PHOTOGRAPHY – SHORT FICTION

Yesterday, I shared a flower that survived a recent storm in my town. I’still moved by its beauty and will to survive. Now, I’m actually aware of its species, sweet! Thanks, Cee.

For some reason, I didn’t consider any other area being effected by the storm. I figured my community alone had suffered the wrath. I really don’t know why I don’t that. I had some business to conduct outside my region, I noticed the path of the storm. It affected much more than I realized. People didn’t have power just like us. People were shook emotionally as well, like we were.

I stopped at a rest area during my return home, that’s when I heard something peculiar.

“Really! You gonna just walk right by me without taking a look?

“Huh?”

“HUH! That’s right here for my health. I survive a storm and everything.” The voice said.

The voice was agitated, but delicate. I paused and looked around. My attention rested on this flower .

It’s color was captivating. I stood there in bewildered wondering how I could have missed the beauty. I decided to take a closer look.

Uncontrollably I uttered, “You so beautiful!” Her response, “Thank You”

Then I heard another voice say, “What about me, I survived too!” I turned a saw another beautiful survivor, but that’s a story for another day.