Montage May 2017 | Page 14

The Little Red Flower Ermithe Maurancy Rosy cheeks, long beautiful hair. Her skin is as dark as pure chocolate. Her eyes shine like the moon. Her lips are as sweet as honey cones. Her feet are short, her body is round and thick like a beautiful fresh plum. The young man who sat across the street could not stop gazing at such a natural wonder. The young man was a sculptor who liked to carve any of nature’s wonders. He liked to sit at his window and look at the young lady sing by the riverbed. Every day at six o'clock in the afternoon the young woman would sing for the fishes. She would sing for the birds, the trees and the deer. She would go by the river to sing and comfort the dying little red flower. “One day I will marry her, our children will be beautiful. I will take care of her, I will make her happy” said the young man. The next day she returned to the riverbed to sing for the little red flower. She would sing for the little red flower until nightfall. She would sing for the little red flower until her tears started flowing with the river. The young man who sat by the window would contemplate her the whole night. He would carve her very little flaws for they were perfect in his eyes. “One day I will marry her, our children will be beautiful, and one day I will turn her tear drops into diamonds.” The next morning there was a weeping sound coming from the village. Everyone gathered around the village square. The young woman went into an eternal sleep. Some people said that she ate the red flower. The young lady will no longer share her tears with the river. The sculptor continued to carve nature’s wonder until his heart faded away. Montage, May 2017 14