I walked along my usual route home.
But it was different this time.
There were pink flowers sprouting through concrete.
It was just a few here and there.
I looked closer and noticed a zigzag pattern.
Purple, orange, and yellow lines.
No two flowers looked exactly the same.
I resisted the urge to touch.
Something seemed unnatural about them.
I walked on a little further.
The farther I went, the more I saw them.
More and more they sprouted and arched.
It was as though they were calling to me.
They said, "smell us," and "come touch us."
Never had flowers called to me before.
Now I ran down the sidewalk to escape.
But soon the sidewalk disappeared.
It was now only me and the flowers.
