Fortnight on a Flower Bed

I ran through the garden searching for my man, me Jose. Who was taken from me without someone asking me first if I would agree to his absence? I had just found him among the cacti, weeds, and the brown grass of the dessert. And I ran fast towards him. A voice yelled “Stop!” I froze on my steps and fell to the grass.

Hyacinth raised her leaves as I got up to shake myself, “Young man, watch your step in the flower bed,” she said in her royal demeanor. “What’s the rush? Why are you so haste?” Her round face grinned at me as if knowing my destiny, my destination, my loss, my hunger, me Jose.


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