Daisies on the Stump
by Elven Moon
The stump had always been there, though its age one could not know, unless they judged by weather and wear. On this stump rested barely a handful of yellow daisies. How they'd grown there (perhaps by a miracle, perhaps by some unknown, magical element under the wood) remained a mystery. But they were a testimony in an ever-changing city, a reminder of the nature that struggled to exist among concrete and stone.
The little girl with the braided, orange hair often came to water them. They listened to her stories, and when the wind blew they seemed to laugh and cry where appropriate. It was a comfort.
And there she would sit, dreaming of a childhood that had barely come to finish.
AN: Who's the girl? It should be obvious :) This was loosely inspired by the movie Jack Frost (as mocked by the wonderful folks from Mystery Science Theater 3000). Feedback is never required but ALWAYS appreciated!