Dancing In the Shadows
-Original Fiction-
by
Pookie
The long thin stem curved downward under the weight of the blooming flower. Seemingly coming from a painting, the flower was bathed in orange and yellow hues. There was no logic or sense to the clash of colors, yet Nature had created gentle beauty in this apparent chaos. Soft fingers contemplated the fragile petals, almost in apology for their future action. In a swift decisive manner the stem was snapped, a single petal falling softly from the freed flower. Hands gently lifted the flower, allowing its bearer to inhale the sweet aroma. With a sigh, the flower left its beautiful home and wandered through large splendid halls, each one magnificently decorated with gold and satin. Admiring and jealous glances were cast in its direction as it entered a small, simply decorated chamber. An air of sadness and loneliness lingered in this otherwise comfortable bedroom. The flower finally settled on a soft silken pillow, adding an ephemeral touch of warmth to the bare room.