My name is Charles but I am no boy nor am I a man, I am a flower. A flower? You may ask, how a flower can speak? I am not speaking as you humans do but as my own language among the plants. I spend most my days sitting in the garden watching the world around me. Most my friends are gone, either from natural death or from being crushed. I don't mind since it happens almost every day I feel lonely at times. There has been a newcomer to the garden. Though I don't know his name, he looks a henry. Henry munches on leaves and crawls around never really bothering me. Today was the fourth time i've seen him. He became a regular part in my life after a point it was as if he was always right there from the beginning.
Credits to: AngelikaPiglover
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Tragedy - Collection of Short Stories That End in Tragedies
Short StoryA collection of sad ending stories.
