The Little Red Flower
Ermithe Maurancy
Rosy cheeks, long beautiful hair. Her skin is as dark as pure
chocolate. Her eyes shine like the moon. Her lips are as sweet as honey
cones. Her feet are short, her body is round and thick like a beautiful
fresh plum. The young man who sat across the street could not stop
gazing at such a natural wonder. The young man was a sculptor who
liked to carve any of nature’s wonders. He liked to sit at his window
and look at the young lady sing by the riverbed.
Every day at six o'clock in the afternoon the young woman
would sing for the fishes. She would sing for the birds, the trees and
the deer. She would go by the river to sing and comfort the dying little
red flower. “One day I will marry her, our children will be beautiful. I
will take care of her, I will make her happy” said the young man.
The next day she returned to the riverbed to sing for the little
red flower. She would sing for the little red flower until nightfall. She
would sing for the little red flower until her tears started flowing with
the river. The young man who sat by the window would contemplate
her the whole night. He would carve her very little flaws for they were
perfect in his eyes. “One day I will marry her, our children will be
beautiful, and one day I will turn her tear drops into diamonds.”
The next morning
there was a weeping sound
coming from the village.
Everyone gathered around
the village square. The
young woman went into an
eternal sleep. Some people
said that she ate the red
flower. The young lady will
no longer share her tears
with the river. The sculptor
continued to carve nature’s
wonder until his heart
faded away.
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