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A Daisy
The day began as days always do. The sun rose in the east and began to live the course of its life across the sky. The birds began to sing the songs they learned from their parents the day before. The water burned as the sun struck it. The daisy was colored red.
A boy walked by the red daisy. He fell to his knees and played with the toys he had dropped the day before.
The sun painted the sky purple, a Picasso in his final minutes as he was a Matisse in his first. The boy did not notice the darkness's growth. A supercilious moon rose, coming into full bloom. She consented to shining upon those nearest her, but no one else was worthy of her light.
She claimed to be more selective than her brother, but she knew that she shined so dimly because she did not want to see the atrocities that were scattered on the earth.
A howl pierced the silence. The moon in her curiosity shone down open the earth. The boy looked up. A scream resounded through the hollows. The moon hid her eyes behind a cloud.
The newborn sun cast a beam across the land. Two adults were weeping besides a crumpled body of a small child. The daisy, so recently white, was stained red.
A.N.- The child is Remus.