Elizabeth rose flash fiction: Primrose Hill
Tuesday, June 26th, 2007I was only five. My only gift, primroses; picked with small hands and big concentration. Wrapped in red tissue, and placed in a basket to present with smiles. Strong winds blew, so I held them instead, clung on in desperation. Stolen by jealous gusts, I painted them with saline; only the memory of their glow […]