It’s not unusual for Sara to feel this way – as lonely as a blade of grass in a well-manicured lawn.
She longed to be different, even if she was not worshipped, for belonging to an illustrious family. She envisions the arched eyebrows in her mind – the disapproving glance and pursed lips which will declare her to be a weed.
What happens to a weed after it is plucked and thrown out for being in the wrong place? Do they wither away or multiply?
It’s about finding the soil to suit your propensity. Anomalies prove the norm yet reveal alternatives.
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I really enjoyed the last sentence – I like the hopeful note it ends the story on.
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Thank you, Nicole! I believe there is a path carved out for everyone.
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That’s an interesting question about weeds, Reena. I appreciate this thought: ‘It’s about finding the soil to suit your propensity.’
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Thanks for appreciating the thought, Norah!
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Great take on the prompt, I loved the metaphors throughout. ”A lonely blade of grass” especially.
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Thank you so much, Diana!
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Excellent take.
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome
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