Flower Girl
Nov 13th, 2018 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Springtime breeds passion. It is the riotous pheromones.
A vision wanders down the garden path in a sundress that waves in the breeze like the surrounding petals. Swaying, they dance together. Her radiant smile and obvious love for the flirting blossoms is what originally caught my attention. She gently sprinkles water.
One of her solar smiles would make my life soar. She doesn’t notice me among all this teeming beauty. Nonetheless, in love-struck desire, I sit taller as she approaches. Surely, if she can adore flowers so fully, I can cherish her as much. If only I wasn’t a cactus.
From Guest Contributor Bill Diamond
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