Writing Challenge: Jan 29, 2018
Prompt: Write a story that involves a count down
Five. There were five petals on the flower when I began. I plucked the first and watched it fly in the wind. “He loves me.”
Four pretty pictures around a sunny stem. I pinch the next off and watch it fall to the ground. “He loves me not.”
Three white ovals smile up at me. I pluck the nearest and give it a kiss. “He loves me.”
Two little ears sit on the flowers face. I tug loose one partner and blow it away, “He loves me not.
One ray of hope clings to the dead dream. I stroke it once and water it with a tear. “He loves me…. Not”