Once upon a time, there was a little Clover. That Clover lived in a field of endless grass, and was very bored of the company of the leafy greens. It wanted someone new and fun to play with. 

One day, it met a Ghost that was passing the area, and saw that it was awfully plain and white. It then decided to endure the painful process of uprooting itself to bring the Ghost on a journey, for the Clover wanted to give the Ghost something.

So they set out on a journey where they slowly walked down a long and bumpy, cobbled road.

They walked in a companionable silence, but as time flew by, it was too much for the Clover and its roots trembled and finally gave in.

And when the Clover slowly withered and was about to take its final breath, it whispered something to the Ghost, who was bending down beside it.

"I'm sorry that I didn't say anything at all during the journey."

The Ghost replied, "But you just did."

It gasped. "INDEED I DID!" And launched into a coughing fit.

The ghost sighed at it's sudden, pathetic outburst. "Just die already."

And so it did. And it lay shrivelled up, its lush green leaves turning into a rotting brown in the Ghost's hand as it carried it back to the very same field they met, and buried it under the cool soil.

The Ghost cast one final glance at the mound of soil, before spreading its wings and flying into the clouds.

Not knowing that it was now a lovely, white dove when it flew away into the endless blue.


The Clover gave the Ghost a bright memory.
The Ghost gave the Clover company.

And 'till this day, both are grateful for meeting the other.

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Comments on this short story:

Ghost: "What the hell."
Clover: "You're welcome."

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Stuff that we wrote:
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Clover:
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