October 27, 2010

Weekly Short Story

          Frankie knew the flower was going to die. He had to try anyway. He went back inside and rummaged through all his mother's old gardening tools. Frankie wasn't quite sure he had what he needed. When he went back outside he saw the flower had already weakened. It was reaching out for the sun from the crack of the sidewalk. People would trample over it. He began to work. If he fixed it and made it beautiful again people wouldn't step on it anymore. They would stop to see.

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