Mindful somehow implies lyrical. But this is what came along for my first #smallstones
Biding her Time
The ‘lovely Amaryllis’ sits squat and mutinous in her plastic pot. After the indignity of the journey she expected warmth, comfort, hospitality at least! But this window-sill is draughty, the watery daylight no substitute for sun. Her bare shoulders (they were mean with the compost) feel the chill.
With the right treatment she may settle in and stretch her swan-like neck. She may even put on her red dress, the one with the flounces.
But only if they ask her very nicely.
Part of the River of Stones challenge
5 thoughts on “Small Stones (1)”
Love that, especially the bare shoulders.
Hi Martha – thanks for calling and so glad you liked it.Not sure I’m totally happy, but flash fiction is just that, so best move on!
I’ll check back in a couple weeks – perhaps she’ll be modeling for you.
Thanks Barb, love your photos by the way – truly awesome.
Love it. Beautiful – especially the shoulders and I LOVE the flouncy dress!!