Floribunda's Secret

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short story written for India Emerald's fantastic Flash Fiction Challenge.

Submitted: August 05, 2017

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Floribunda’s Secret

Floribunda, not her given name but one she had for herself, was a healer. She was calm, she was compassionate, but she was also excellent at treating a full range of conditions. As she was the most effective amongst her people, she found that her services were much in demand.

A spell of unseasonably bad weather had brought more patients than usual to Floribunda’s door. She worked tirelessly in trying to cure, to bring improvement, to bring relief, all the while trying to conceal her own worries. For Floribunda had a secret, and that secret was now at great risk.

There was a patch of land, out beyond the crop fields, that Floribunda had spent hours clearing. Ideally situated, it was hidden from prying eyes by the surrounding bushes and trees, yet caught the sun for many hours each day. Over the years she had gathered plants and herbs of every kind she could imagine herself ever being in need of. She had planted, tended and nurtured her plants with the same persistence and patience that she showed to her patients. Her reward was a healer’s pharmacological garden.

The weather was threatening everything. The rain had been so steady that the ground would be becoming water-logged. Not only would her plants be being battered by the raindrops but the soil they were planted in was in real danger of being washed away. The wind was raging and roaring, putting the taller of the plants at risk, even with the protection provided by the surrounding vegetation. Floribunda’s worries were very real indeed.

Eventually, she found herself a chance to slip away. She pulled her cloak tightly around herself and hurried outside, hoping that no one would call her back. She strode purposefully away, through the village, around the fields and approached her garden nervously. The rain was lighter, more of a drizzle now, and the wind was blustery but no longer gale force. Floribunda pushed her way past the bushes, making her way steadily the clearing.

It was bad, but maybe still recoverable. She bent and worked away, replanting seedlings, firming up soil. She made stakes to support some of the taller stems from branches that had been blown down. And she gathered up the plants that were beyond saving to take home and boil or dry to be bottled.

As she worked the sun came out, the first sun shine for weeks. A movement caught Floribunda’s eye – a butterfly! It landed almost beside her to rest on a pink flower. She stood still, barely daring to breathe. It was.....wonderful! A butterfly would not be out if the weather was not going to improve.

Turning around to survey her garden, Floribunda smiled. The damage was not as bad as she feared; and the worst was now over. She looked towards the butterfly, stretched out a finger to gently touch its wing. She shut her eyes, breathed in deeply. And a butterfly took flight.


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