A humble stalk, slightly green, sitting in rich soil, thinks of the future. “Will I be a tall and lustrous hollyhock, regal looking, with large red blossoms defying the idea I am merely a “plant” or will I be a humbled daisy in a field of many? Daisies’ history of being a decision maker for young lovers who ask if they are loved or not? Quite an influence I say. Or could I be the most romantic bud of all, beautifully scented, a passionate red rose?”
Weekend Writing Prompt #372 – Vicissitude
The Bag Lady 
Beautiful story in response to this weeks prompt, Cheryl! ❤
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