A Little Fiction

She walked west toward the secret garden, the one she didn’t like much.  Were the sunflowers finally blooming?  She couldn’t tell until she opened the gate.

Like a sunflower, she turned her face toward the sky and smiled thankfully, a snapshot of grateful happiness.

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2 Responses to A Little Fiction

  1. Cherie Ripperton says:


  2. SK says:

    love them! Nicely done, can’t wait to try some for myself next year

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