thirsty flower

She looked at the green leaves of the flower she had been given about half an hour ago. It all had happened so quickly. Before even saying okay or no, that old woman had already left this flower to her. She couldn’t have done anything for a while, looking after the old woman. Then she turned her head to the flower in her hands, thinking what the hell had happened in minutes.

She went back in her mind, minutes ago...she was sitting on the bank, looking at the blue sky and the shining sun above. She didn’t know if she was happy or not then. Something quaint was disturbing inside. She ascribed it to her exam. Maybe she would fail, as she always hated physics. Then she looked around to watch the hurried people from a corner to another , to catch the ship or the bus. In this boiling heat of the summer, all these seemed so tiresome and silly to her. Then she saw an old woman with grey hair and very pale skin. She was coming to her. When she was in front of her, she stood for a while, looking at her deeply . She gave the flower to her lap, saying : ‘keep it well...it is valuable for me...’ All she said was these eight words... Then she was gone through the people....

Who was she? What was this flower? Why was it so valuable to her? And why was it ‘her’ to keep this valuable flower? Was this a joke? Instead of getting answers for all these infernal questions , she drowned into them. When she got rid of her stupid-looking, she thought to throw the flower away. Who would care of a strange flower which was brought by a stranger, telling to keep it well, because it was important for HER!!! What an absurdity!!! She stood up, leaving it on the bank and walked away.... but just before going even not two meters, she fell down... Her two palms were bleeding. She looked at the ground to see if there was any stone or other shit that had made her fall... But the ground was perfectly clean. She looked once more at her palms, which were holding the flower a second ago. She realized something, that she had to take it with her. So did she.

After some couples of minutes, she thought that all these were illogical. Who would believe that she was punished, because she didn’t mind an old strange woman’s request. She went to a quiet place and threw the flower down on the ground. As the flowerpot fell into pieces and the flower was strewn around, her thoughts and anger about it went away. She turned the corner, taking a deep breath. But she had forgotten to look around to check if there was any car coming. A huge Land Rover crashed her wildly and flew her to the wall there. After hitting the wall, she finally fell down on the ground, getting the last stroke... she died with this three steps... the last thing she recognized before gliding up through the sky was a piece of the flowerpot and near it was a branch of the flower... She exhaled the breath she had taken in while turning that infernal corner, her last breath on the earth, when the roots of the flower started to suck her fresh and tasty blood, what it had fancied from the beginning ...