Please Read Here (once per day)

Monday, February 6, 2012

Weed In The Wind

Bookxcess receipt story No.0034

The sky was clear.
The breeze was gentle.
The tall, blonde beauties were basking in the sun.
I hated them. Oh! how they swayed on their long, anaemic feet surrounded by their silly, fluttering admirers.

Their magnificent golden crown of glory made passers-by turned and stared.
I sulked. Nobody noticed a weed like me.
Suddenly, there was a scream, followed by another.
I looked up and saw the blondies being practically uprooted by a girl.

"Sunflowers! How Pretty!" She squeled.
"Now,aren't you glad that you're just a dandelion?"
a butterfly snickered at me and fluttered away.

The End

Contributed by:

No comments:

Post a Comment