Short story/poetry

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

I will probably add more to it eventually. Comments would be greatly appreciated guys!

 

I noticed a beautiful daffodil today. It was fully bloomed. She was beautiful. (Yes, it was a she.) I reached for the stem, ready to pick it. Something stopped me. I drew my hand back. I sat down. When you pick a flower, what do you do with it? You give it to someone who will appreciate its beauty. Thinking… thinking… I give up. You are truly alone when you have no one to give a flower to. I got a lonely feeling. Then, I noticed the daffodil was alone, too. There were no other daffodils, or pansies, or even weeds to keep her company. She too knows the feeling of waking up alone, the sun never being enough to overcome the feeling of loneliness. 

 


Submitted: April 25, 2012

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