The girl and the petals
Some time ago, a fairytale came across a girl
sketching petals. Petal after petal. Round and round.
The fairytale settled down to watch as the girl kept
on, never raising her head, pausing only to sharpen
her pencil. Petal after petal, round and round she
went. And it wasn’t that they weren’t beautiful, or
prepared to be part of something more. But now they
were spreading across the floor. Petal after petal.
Eventually the fairytale decided to take a short nap.
You see, she could spend her whole life doing this.