Many thanks, as always, to Rochelle for providing us with Friday Fictioneers. And, another where I get it in just under the wire. Thanks also to Na’ama for this beautiful picture of spring!
There is a meaning for every flower and sometimes a different one for a particular color. I guess we should be careful when we give flowers. 😉
Flowers of Soul
You can turn your face to the sun, embrace its warmth, accept too much is detrimental.
You can take the tulip blossom, caress your bottom lip with its silky petal, acknowledge its meaning, true love, and that some love is predicated on hate, manipulation.
You can marry a man like Franz who promises grace but controls, judges, mocks. Whose words undermine your sense-of-self until you take the duty-bought tulip and grind the petal beneath your heel, endure one last slap before removing all that was Franz from you. Every. Single. Cell.
With found sisters, a garden of yellow tulips flourish: freedom.