Her Aching Thoughts

What do you know about flowers?

“Do you think that flowers know that they’re beautiful?” she asks, in the middle of folding laundry. The bleached white towels stand in contrast to the navy blue comforter on the bed. Her folds are crisp, even, perfect. Her eyes flick up from her work, meet mine, and hold there.

I stand stark still, like prey hoping that its predator will move on. Her eyes continue to pierce into my soul. She will not move on.

“Do you think roses know that they symbolize love or that daisies know that we count their petals to steel ourselves from potential heartbreak?”

The words cling to the air, then expand, filling the whole room with their stifling presence. There’s a moment’s pause as we stand there, eyes locked, surrounding by the agony of her inquiries.

Then she breaks her gaze, looks back down at the towels, and starts to fold once more. “Do you think that when flowers are cut from their plants they know that some of them will end up on top of graves, showing the dead that humans still care?”

“I don’t think so,” I mumble in reply, grabbing a nearby towel and starting to fold, albeit much less expertly than her. “I don’t think so.”

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The Sign: A Three Line Tale

We pause, look at each other, and notice the peaceful quiet that envelops us once we take the time to be still and listen.

We stumble through the forest, jabbering, laughing loudly, cracking branches underfoot, until we reach a sign labeled, “Danger. Do not enter.”

We pause, look at each other, and notice the peaceful quiet that envelops us once we take the time to be still and listen. Now, we have to wonder, Is the sign for our own safety…

or for theirs?


photo by Raúl Nájera via Unsplash

This was written in response to the photo prompt of Three Line Tales, Week 226 from Only 100 Words.

Six Word Stories

Up late.
Old date.
Clean slate.

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This is different from the poetry that I normally write, but I had some ideas for six word stories kicking around in my head, and I figured that I would share three of them with you!

Up late.
Old date.
Clean slate.

She was so gorgeous.  Stupid boy.

The wind howls. The wolf doesn’t.