Tuesday Tales Flower
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales. A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. This week we share the prompt "flower". You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This will be an excerpt f ro m my brand new yet-to-be-named WIP. Enjoy!~ “I remember your favorite flower.” Connor’s words floated through the air as he bent forward, plucking a tall proud Indian Paint Brush from the ground. When I was a child, I imagined Native Americans actually using these flowers to paint. Those lush red petals spreading some naturally made paint across buffalo hides and peace pipes. As a knowledged adult, I’m sure they couldn’t have used those flowers as a brush, although it’s magic to believe they did. Connor used to pick these for me every late spring. Even at an early age, he was learning h...