My Last Flower

My Last Flower

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Two souls share a moment and their last stroll together.

Summary

Two souls share a moment and their last stroll together.

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Submitted: May 07, 2012

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Submitted: May 07, 2012

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Yesterday, I met a little girl and she bestowed to me a flower in exchange for a hug and some company. She was so fragile and emaciated, no more than 7. When I asked her how she came to find me, she said my scent was so strong. I inquired after her remark. ”Pardon, but it is actually more of a stench, Miss.”, she said. I ignored her comment for a child can be so blunt unintentionally. She then began to sob vehemently, she smothered between her cries. She began to tell me how her father sat her on his Lap and touched her. And how her mother refused to believe her ”stories” and accusations. ”Mama doesn't believe me. She says I'm a liar and I'm making it up like my imaginary friends. But my Daddy hurts me when he touches me.” I was so disturbed by the little girl's testimony. I became so angry at her father. How could he ruin her life like this? And then I became so distressed that her mother would not believe her. What a horrible mother. How could she let this malevolent harassment continue? ”They won't believe me. That's what my Dad says. He says they'll never believe me because he's a policeman. And policeman are good people and I'm just a little spoiled brat.” I said, ”Surely they'll believe me dear. I believe you, let's go get you some help.” I sunk into my knees to soothe her. ” It's too late but thank you Miss. I haven't forgotten my manners and I thank you very much for your offer of help.” She embraced me and I held her little frame against me so lovingly. She then suggested we take a walk to acquaint ourselves more. As we began to walk through short shrubbery and weeds, she then continued about the horrors of her home. I began to feel so touched by her story. I knew that so many people would side with me. I halted and lifted her little body off the ground. She lay her little chin on my shoulder. Her soft brown hair tickled my cheek as the wind provoked it. I grasped her dangling hand tight and told her I'd take care of her forever. And that she could stay with me forever. She said, ”I've been hiding in my basement closet for a long time now. Today though, I finally had strength to run.” Frogs croaked and autumn leaves crushed beneath us as we approached the violet horizon. I tightened the grasp on her little soft hands as birds sung their night song. I could feel her breath turning cold so I offered her my coat but she so kindly refused. ”I'm so happy I found you.”, she said warmly. She raised her little head to share the view of the setting sun with me. She turned to me then and said, ”I'm so happy I have you now. You are my new refuge. Now tell me your story, how did you die?”


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