Short story dump

Parapoe

Dead flowers

The flowers dance in the minefield, they sway shieldedwith stones. Explosions sound but nobody's hurt, naivety is at its peak. The stonessmile at the flowers as they slowly turn to sand and flowers grin back unawareof the sand. The stones stop smiling and fall to the ground unable to shieldthe flowers from the truth. The flowers weep now without their stones as thebirds fly overhead refusing to land. Everything's falling apart and the flowersgrow as they wilt but don't despair flowers just listen to the trees. The treescall out to the flowers, don't wilt for you will never bloom again just growbut don't turn to stone. The flowers listen and grow into trees large andstrong to shield the other flowers with many limbs to hold the birds. Flowertrees you must help the stones regrow and don't wilt because you know that deadflowers never bloom again and the birds in the trees might already be dead sotake care of them and listen to the trees. We know that life isn't fair thistime around but don't be a bird and sway in the breeze because dead flowersdon't bloom again.