By Molly Prep
Her father called her Dandelion, because a tuft of gold hair topped her lanky frame.
At thirteen, Dandelion was full of whimsy and love for the world around her. She spent most days wandering nearby fields, dreaming (with her eyes open) among unruly grass and weeds.
Until the day the wolf found her—Young. Soft. Alone.
All things gold turned white.
The wolf huffed, and puffed, and blew Dandelion to pieces.
Wishes rushed from her hair and sank into the field’s dirt. Each strand took root and made a solemn promise as they grew: their sister would never be alone again.
Just wow!
The metaphor and moral are great.
Exquisite, Molly. Devastating and impactful
Beautiful Molly. It expresses both the painful loss and the hope inspired so simply and profoundly .
Lovely!
Amazing! What a great story!
Story was amazing, says so much in such few words. Loved it
Beautiful! It begs to be read more than once…
A really excellent read.
love this.
you are so very talented.
Truly a modern day fairy tale. Loved it. Give us more–yes, indeed!
Not only beautifully written, but necessary.
Great job Molly!
Hi Molly. Great story … on par with all your work. Stop raising the bar. 😉