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Dandelion Love
Flash Fiction
He brought me dandelions.
Thin wisps of fragility held together by stalks of green faux vigor.
I held them. A mix of bright yellows with hearts of gold and white sylphlike hair stared back at me.
‘Dandelions?’ I asked.
‘Don’t you like them?’ he asked.
‘How can I keep them forever?’ I wondered. I held them close to my heart and cupped the cottony ephemera.
‘Don’t hold them back,’ he said. ‘True love is not to be grabbed at, true love is to be nourished and then allowed to float away.’
‘But I don’t want to let go!’ I revolted. ‘I want them to be here with me, as long as I live.’ They were my dandelions now. I feared the winds of fate that held the power to sway them.
‘Do you really believe in love?’ his blue eyes stared straight into mine. The blue of the ocean. The reflection of the sky.
‘I do,’ I almost replied in a spell of blue.
‘Let them go. Let them be free, the flowers and the puffs, and the core. Let them go,’ he whispered while I felt his breath right above my forehead.
‘But do you think true love lies in these dandelions?’ I asked.
