Literary Ryan – Red Unearthing

A new Literary Lion story that has to be 400 words, this one is based off the word “Flower”.

The sun high in the sky finally hits the right spot in the rocky red grove.

The sun’s strong light warmed the iridescent petals of the rare flower creating a burst of color that would shame any diamond or opal. As the warmth of the sun’s rays slides over the stem and leaves like a warm blanket, slivers of ice break off like shards of glass. This ice lies on the red dirt like the scene from a break-in.

Tucked in its own hidden area, the flower has remained hidden, enjoying its solitude. A different kind of heat that wasn’t from the sun warmed the area and shook the ground. It’s normally so quiet, nothing to bother the peace of the crimson landscape. What was it? Oh no bother, the sun’s out and the ice is off; it’s time to gather up more of the sun’s nourishing light.

Days passed feeling like leftover food being thawed, being frozen¸ and thawed again. Over and over, but this is all the flower knows. The one strange thing was that different heat that was not from the sun.

Warmth again, the petals open up almost casting a bright glow on the ground. This day wasn’t going to be like the others. Something new and unexpected was in the air.

A crunch echoed across the frozen landscape, a whirring of small segmented treads. Then it appeared. A small white vehicle with NASA painted on the side approached the hidden grove that had guarded the flower for so many years.

A mechanical arm popped out of the top of the machine and moved toward the flower menacingly. Its three spindly, lifeless fingers grasped the flower by the stem and pulled hard.

The flower wasn’t worried though.

Due to its rough living conditions, its roots had grown deep and strong and the mechanical fingers weren’t strong enough to uproot this beautiful specimen.

The flower was not worried.

It had been in this strange and beautiful place for longer than it could remember. It just wondered if there were others like it out there.

But the flower wasn’t worried. Just happy it hadn’t been captured by the strange machine.

Before parting ways, the strange machine flashed a bright light for just a second and then turned around and headed away from that sheltered grove the flower called home. All that remained were lines in the red sand.

©Reel Ryan

Literary Lion


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