She called us Michelle and Ursula.
Every morning she came out to bath our tender feet. Every evening she told us stories about her unfaithful husband and his mistress. So together we wintered, had summer’s kiss, and the sweet songs of spring until something strange happened in autumn.
One day the winds so blew hard. Ursula, who had taken a spot close to her window, craned her neck, hoping to check on our friend. But she was gone. Weeks after, Ursula lost her purple. My head drooped and my wilting feet came to the Earth’s surface.
Footnote: This is a 100-word story, the first of its kind on this blog. Hopefully there will be more in the future. Thanks for reading 🙂