Dandelion Field

Ivy Investigations - Flash Fiction

The dandelions swayed in the gentle breeze. Orbs of gold scattered across the grass, radiant in the sunlight. An expanse of yellow stretched out toward the horizon. Hope and resilience bursting from the ground. Eternity upon eternity.

‘They’re so beautiful,’ Edel said.
‘They’re weeds,’ Etienne said.
‘Weeds can be beautiful.’