Like a Flower

Day 214

ALION EXHALED SLOWLY. The rich sweet aroma of flowers, speckled with a hint of moisture, filled his nose. He sighed, sinking against the spongy moss at the base of the tree. It had sprouted up with the recent rain, spreading out like a carpet at the base of the tree. The rest of the thin forest on the east side of the hills had grown a step or two back from the moss-tree. Their heavily blossomed branches still cast fragrant shadows over the prince and blotted out the glare of the noon sun. But enough sunlight reached Alion to make him think he was a flower, too. Basking in the sun and sinking down lazily in the soft earth.


Written: 11 May 2016

Words: 119

Inspired: Alion 

x-posted

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