The Wallflower

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The Wallflower
a short story by Joe Blame 

  Once upon a time there was a wallflower. High above the city, protruding from the castle’s wall, she looked down upon it all. The microcosm below bustled, not aware she was watching, always watching. She envied the beautiful flowers that sat in the market, comfortably nestled among their beds, protected from the winds that ruffled her so violently everyday. One day, she thought to herself, one day. She didn’t know when. She certainly didn’t know how. But the day would come when she would rain down her fury upon them all like swift justice from an unforgiving God. One day.

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~ by Joseph Blame on April 23, 2011.

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