By Susan Gale Wickes
She never carried herself properly. “Stand up straight, Anna,” her mother chided. “Smile like you’ve got a secret, girl.”
Her mother was tall, regal. But Anna was always bent over a book. “You’ll never find what you’re looking for in there, child. They’re just words.”
Anna looked out onto the garden. Her mother’s favorite yellow tulips waved in the gentle morning breeze. So tall, so regal. Anna placed the garden snips in the pocket of her jacket. “They’re just flowers,” she thought to herself.
The first tulip fell silently to the ground.
“Smile like you’ve got a secret, girl,” Anna whispered.
This story made me smile!! Thank you for writing it. 🙂
You’re welcome. I’m glad you enjoyed it, Lesley!
More left unsaid than said in this story, which is the way I like “em. I’m thinking that Anna’s secret is going to turn out to be very wicked, indeed!
Thanks, Bobby. I like an air of mystery too…and it certainly didn’t end well for the tulips. 🙂
Haven’t we all had such a wicked streak? This story was fun to read. I think most of us are still working out what happened after the story finished.
Thanks, Jake. I had fun writing it too. I hope that doesn’t mean I have a wicked streak…
I think we both know you do, Susan 😉
I love this 101. It got me interested in the imagination of its author.
Thank you. I must admit, I’m still working on the imagination aspect of writing…when to let it run wild and when to rein it in.
The flow of this micro — I love it. Intense and vivid.
Thanks. I’m glad you enjoyed reading this story.