The Curiously Stunted, Incomprehensibly Disjointed, Perfectly Inadequate Adventures of Nicholas Cornelius Holloway – Episode 34

The flower strained her neck to watch the sun. The planet spun beneath her and carried her away from her beloved.

She slumped. Her petals drooped. Darkness fell.

A nightmouse asked, “Why so sad?”

A firefly sang, “Have hope! He’ll come again!”

When dawn broke, the yawning firefly and the blinking nightmouse listened for the flower’s melody.

But the wilted flower never woke.

“That’s a terrible story,” she said. “She should have trusted the sun.”

He nodded. “The sun is always shining somewhere....