Flowers - A Short Tale of Friendship
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Pessimistic. Doesn't want to live.
Oh why can't we be beautiful Sarah?
We're doomed on top of this bloody hill!
Every day I wish for the end of the world.
Tries to be optimistic. Wants to appreciate what she has.
We have to stay optimistic Margaret!
We have this conversation every day.
Who the hell are you? How long have you been there?
Obvious British accent.
On the top of the hill, there were two ugly, putrid smelling flowers.
The bee flew quickly away, struggling against the fury of the storm.
A young boy, dressed in calm blue, approached Margaret and Sarah.
Loves himself. Brags about his ability to fly while the flowers are stuck in the ground.
I'm a bee, we don't really have names there's too many of us.
I don't fancy going back to that blasted hive.
Well, I suppose I have the right to be harsh.
Young naïve boy. Doesn't know how to react to the flowers. May have the stereotypical British accent for a young boy.
I might be dreaming, but I think I just heard you two talk.
I know my ABCs you know!
It's true, A...B...C...uh...F