a flower has power, remember the sixties... it's all about love, just ask the pixies...by
JeniYComment by K3Master: It was the happiest day of her life. He'd just asked her the ultimate question, of marriage, and would she? He'd treated her to the most wonderful dinner, and they had spent the rest of the evening making love, like they had never made before. Earlier in the day, she had found out that she'd won the job of her dreams.
To top it off, as a small gift to go with her beautiful ring, he had presented her with an exotic flower. Something, he said, he had found in a curious little floral shop that he'd never noticed before, but the flower had been in the window and it had caught his eye and he knew he had to have it for her. It was gorgeous, with an electric blue sheen to the white of its petals, and a deep yellow center. Its scent was like that of the ocean breeze and when smelled, almost brought a sense of renewal and energy.
And so, after their love making, as they drifted off to sleep, she smiled warmly as she gazed upon that flower on her stand, and as she drifted off, the flower, well, the flower began to glow, but she saw none of it, she was already in the land of happy dreams.
The flower however, was not asleep. It sat in the vase in which she had put it, and it was awash in a soft and glowing light. Little slivers of what looked like electricity shot across its petals and its center was like a maelstrom of activity. The sparks and tendrils of energy expanded, and began to shoot out from the petals, and the flower shook and toppled the vase off the stand. It tumbled to the ground and shattered, loosing the flower onto the marbled tile where it lay, pulsing and shooting energy out from every petal.
She sat bolt upright, woken by the shattering vase, and stared. Now, shocks of energy and electricity were shooting through the room, lighting it like day, and as she stared with complete shock, a bolt reached out and encompassed her fully, and her back arched, and she was struck rigid with a silent scream.
Later, when the sun peeked above the horizon, her fiancee finally awoke, having heard nothing from the night, and turned over to greet his love with a kiss, but his lips fell on empty air. Confused, and now fully awake, he looked at the spot where she should have lain, and stumbled backward with a scream of his own. There, on the sheet, was only a pile of ash.
And peeking over the edge of the bed, a feral grin on the rudimentary version of a face that it had, was a giant flower.
And it was alive.
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