Yesterday, as I was walking with several friends out of the church parking lot to the road to catch an auto home, I spied a fallen flower. It was bright yellow and just the size to slip onto my finger, which I proceeded to do. It felt smooth and silky.
Memories flooded through my head. Milky white sap. A parent's injunction to not suck the ends -- this flower was poisonous. Yellow flowers on a bush in a place filled with diffused light and round pebbles.
As I took the flower off my finger and stared down, noticing a small disk of five at the base, I pondered -- did we ever play with them?
I can't remember.
Memories flooded through my head. Milky white sap. A parent's injunction to not suck the ends -- this flower was poisonous. Yellow flowers on a bush in a place filled with diffused light and round pebbles.
As I took the flower off my finger and stared down, noticing a small disk of five at the base, I pondered -- did we ever play with them?
I can't remember.
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