Chapter 3:
Lucky Draw [100 word stories]
Do you love me? Or do you not?
My stem was ready for your touch,
my delicate roots placed firmly in the clay.
I begged you to notice me,
to pick me and to pluck me in this sea of vibrant flowers.
But, I was never beautiful enough to be part of your bouquet.
I wondered and then pondered: Does he love me? Does he love me not?
And I plucked and plucked and plucked my petals,
Until there was nothing left of me.
Now I'm here all alone in a field full of thriving others,
Wilting. Withering. Wasting away.
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