SHE WAS DREAMING.
That was the only explanation for the weird, shining flowers, huddled together in starry clusters, that could grow out of solid black bedrock. Tiny curls of golden sand would be regularly sneezed off their anthers into the air. The glittering dust floated aimlessly before collecting on the rocks. A few grains landed on the tips of the petals, fearful of leaving their familiar home.
And flowers that spewed sand, well, what other evidence did she need? This had to be a dream.
Now if only she could come up with a reason why her knees ached and there was a very physical bruise on her elbow.
Written: 30 Dec 2015
Words: 109 wds
Inspiration: ? (brewing creativity and ideas?)