Feb 10, 2016 Friday Fictioneers

Word Count:  100 words of text, exactly
Genre:  Fanciful Fiction

Flower-Child
©February 10th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

People flee me when they see me — I know, because I hear them.  Before I was born, my mother turned her face to the sun, and begged for a child who would save the earth.  I am that child.  I will realize her dream.

I like making things grow.  Here I am, tending to this daffodil and coaxing that tulip.

Come, little flower, grow!  It will be well with you.  Don’t be sad.

My eyes glow with the sun.  My mother told me they were golden-green.  I see into people, but I cannot see them.  I’ve been blind from birth.
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Thanks, as always, to our dear, generous Fairy Blog-Mother, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, for hosting Friday Fictioneers, and to The Reclining Gentleman for the lovely photo-prompt.

 

Tags: Blindness, Flowers, Plants, Save the Planet