Short Stories

Flower Child

     Once in a small village centuries ago, there lived a young but sickly child. Her name was Rosalina and just like her namesake she loved roses and any types of flowers. She was basically a flower child. The flower too was extremely happy in her presence. Every time she walked into any flower garden the flowers glowed in grandeur in her presence. Whenever she left before night fell the flower stalk wilted slightly as if saddened that she had to leave. Before she left the garden daily she would always whisper the same words," I will be back soon my friends..." the flowers would straighten slightly as if reassured by her words.

        Days passed but the young child did not grow any stronger. In fact, she grew sickly as time passed. There were days where the villagers thought that she would not survive. There were also days that she was as healthy as a horse and that her parents allowed her to visit the gardens and help out with the household chores that she insisted on helping out with. On this particular day, she was walking in her favourite flower garden swinging her body as she strolled along the pathway. She hummed a tune as she walked along a granite path swinging her arms back and forth. She came upon an old tree that looked centuries. She placed her small petite hand on the bark of the tree as she placed her forehead to the bark of the tree. She placed a blanket on the grass and gracefully sat down next to the tree. After doing that she heard the sound of leave rustling on top of the tree.

         Looking up she saw a small blue bird, the bluebird looked at her as if greeting her before flying down and sitting next to her. She looked at the bird before looking up the clouds. She stared at the clouds and began talking to the bluebird. She knew that she was ill and that she was left with very little time before she had to leave. She loved nature and that can be seen in the way she cared for her miniature garden or wherever she went the flowers look positively radiant. As the sky began to turn grey, she began to feel weak. She immediately knew it was her time to go. The clouds looked grey and sad as if sensing her departure. The flowers and trees around her started dropping as if saying that they would miss her. She used whatever strength she had to hum quietly as a small smile graced her lips before her blue orbs closed forever.  

         Once her eyes closed it started to rain heavily. The villagers had to look for Rosalina for they knew she would perish if she had caught another cold. They searched for her everywhere but yet there was no sign of her. Then a young boy told one of the male villagers that he last saw her walking towards a small hidden park of hers. They all ran to the park hoping they caught her before it was too late. However, all was in vain because when they arrived there, where the blanket was next to it was a small rose pink rosebud. The villagers mew they had lost her and all they could do was to bring the blanket to her parents and to give them the small comfort they needed.