CHANGE IN DEATH
But the thing about flowers and wishes is that eventually, they fade and wither away, destroyed and crumbled from the passage of time.
Amaryllis Chrysanthemum is no exception.
Her family mourns her for a year or two before they pick themselves up, dust away all remaining residue of those memories of their precious little bud, and leave her behind.
Her friends mourn her for even less time, the whirlwind that is life picking them up and swirling them around as new experiences and new people bombard them-boyfriends, new friends, different cities, different countries, first party, first kiss, first everything.
Amaryllis Chrysanthemum, despite wanting the world to never forget her, is forgotten.
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A Bud Among Flowers
Short StoryAmaryllis (named for her pride, her determination, her radiant-albeit unusual-beauty) Chrysanthemum (for respect and honor, but eventually-sorrow) was a girl who everybody saw every day, a sweet, kind, unnoticeable girl who disappeared in the folds...
