2. Flower Part I
I was five on the day when I saw the flower. Clear magenta met my sight, which faded to white at each slender petal's edge. But the pollen inside was what caught my attention the most, like a bright yellow star, and the green of its stem was even brighter. I watched as it trembled, almost as if it was excited to have found the breeze.
We don't get many flowers. Most of the old city has been covered with dust, buildings falling apart, that no-one ever found the will to put back together again. Dust and rags is all I remember of my early world. Dust and rags, and one solitary flower.
Light blinked across its surface, and I wondered if I should pluck it from the ground. A flower would make a beautiful gift for my best friend Alandi to tuck behind her ear.