Once upon a time, there was a beautiful garden. This garden was home to all kinds of different flowers. Roses, daisies, orchids, even sunflowers. It was truly a dreamy sight; as the garden seemed well-kept, without throngs of humans bothering the ecosystem. In this place, rooted deep into the ground, lay a small, brown, peony seed. This seed was a huge contrast to most of its kind, as it never seemed to grow. One might think that the seed was planted in the wrong type of soil, or not getting enough water and sun—perhaps it was defective. Albeit any of these could be true, the actual reason was much deeper and harder to fix.
Namely, the peony seed was unable to grow because of the flowers around it. There were rumours going around that the world outside the ground was horrible. A scorching sun able to melt everything in its way, and a biting, harsh winter that would make one freeze to death. The peony seed grew terrified of these rumours, and thus never sprouted. It did not wish to leave the humid, comfortable ground. After all, this was the place it knew best, its home. Many days, weeks, months, and years had passed. The peony seed's friends came and left. It became an unending cycle of seeds getting planted and eventually growing, before leaving the peony seed all alone until the next generation of flowers were planted.
YOU ARE READING
Sprouting anew
Short StoryA fragile peony seed refuses to sprout because of terrifying rumours. After spending years underground, a hopeful hand gets extended in the form of a friend.
