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Simple Things

By Daniela Hernandez

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    By Allison Rothrock
She was a small child with all the hope of Heaven and her fingers dusted in faith, wondering why the canvas above was coated blue. She followed the honeybees with their funny bumble, following their path to the amaranthine rosemary, the yellow daises, and crimson roses. Kneeling down on the muddy soil, she marveled at the velvety softness of their petals, and how their faint tart fragrance overwhelmed her senses. She danced in the rain, singing the melody of the wind and speaking the language of flowers. Running against time, she hoped on the wishing star that she would find her rainbow and pot of gold, for there was nothing she wished for more than a fairytale ending. 

However, she soon learned that rainbows were just an illusion. That roses pricked and bees stung. The simple things were gone, so far away that her panicked heart didn’t dare try. So far-flung that it seemed like the long-ago blink of a dead god’s eye. She began to carry mountains that she was only supposed to climb, and her youthful bones began to crack. Her petals began to fall, and the conversations with flowers stopped. She began to hear a new language – a more guttural one that left the throat desert dry. It was the language of thorns. 

The simple things were gone, and they were never coming back.