Garden of Daisies
Written for: The Writer's Tower Theme: Phoenix Garden of Daisies By Lisa Kwan I kneaded the soil with my hands, relishing the feel of the dirt between my fingers, the earth trapped in my fingernails turning them brown-black. The spade lay beside me, but I felt no need for it. I looked up for a moment, stared at the sky. Dark clouds were visible in the distance, but right now, over my flowerless garden, the sun was bright and glaring, and hot; small beads of perspiration were beginning to form on my temples even though I had only just started. I’d better get this done soon . I dug my fingers deeper, removing more soil, the beginnings of a hole forming, a shallow grave. I kept on digging, trying to keep my mind focused only on what was in front of me. Dig, dig, dig. Don’t think of anything else , I tell myself. Don’t think . The corner of my eye caught the pale, smooth stone I had brought with me out to the garden, and I failed. I don’t really know how...