Marigolden
CrabigailD
Hi! This is the first story I've written, and I decided to base it on a short story my class recently read called "Marigolds." The author, Eugenia Collier, wrote the story in Lizabeth's point of view, and I wanted to re-write parts of it in Miss Lottie's point of view. The original is amazing, and I strongly suggest you read it before reading this. In Lizabeth's point of view, all Miss Lottie seems to be is a strange old lady with a weird obsession with the marigolds growing beside her old, shaggy home. The reader only gets brief glances of who Miss Lottie truly is, so what was Miss Lottie thinking while the children threw rocks at her marigolds, or when Lizabeth ripped them from their roots for good? This will most likely be a two-shot.