Lily Rose

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge to write a 200-word story based on a photo prompt. This weeks unique photo is provided by Anurag Bakhshi.

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Photo credit: Anurag Bakhshi

Her true name was Lily Rose but folks in town called her Crazy Flower Lady. She was a gardener, the last of her kind in this part of the world. Years of drought turned the once fertile valley into a desert where only cactus survived. Everywhere except the patch of land where Lily Rose lived. There, plants and flowers thrived in a brilliance of color. No one knew how she kept a garden without water. Some said on the night of a full moon, she stood in her yard, arms stretched upward, beaconing the plant gods to breathe life into her ‘children.’

No wonder they called her crazy.

I knew the truth. Plants only survived when there is water. For the sake of all who lived in the valley, I needed to know where to find it.

I drove the dusty road to her homestead, aiming to confront the old woman. “Tell me where to find the water,” I demanded.

The old lady’s cackle sent chills down my spine. “Truth isn’t truth. You have your truth, and I have mine. The flowers bloom because they like it here.”

Quickly I left, not entirely convinced she was crazy at all.

This photo reminded me of my childhood. My Grandmother was a true gardener, able to grow anything from a sprig taken from a plant, which she often did secretly when visiting nurseries. I don’t believe witchcraft was involved but her talents were amazing. Unfortunately, I inherited none of her green thumb. I have to admit, however, that the story was shaped based on a comment I heard on television this morning. ‘Truth isn’t truth’ is just too juicy to let go. The story ended up being more menacing than originally intended, but I believe it is better for it.

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14 thoughts on “Lily Rose

  1. The truth will out one day, great story… I don’t water most plants in drought conditions, as it turns their root towards the surface.

    1. According to one of our U.S. ex-Politian’s-turned-Presidential-lawyer, Truth isn’t Truth, so I guess it doesn’t matter. Thanks for commenting Anurag

  2. Sometimes hidden springs bare fruit. I watched a movie once where there was a character who had cactus blooming even when they shouldn’t – in the Arizona desert. As it turned out the woman was a natural healer of some sort.

  3. My grandmother could grow anything. A sprig in water was all it took. But most likely there is water somewhere. Or she really is a witch. I will let you decide. thanks for commenting Jules.

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