• Matt Goldstein

The Flowers

I like to play in mommy’s backyard after school. Johnny can’t come over today. My sandbox is empty. I hear a siren. The flowers are starting to bloom. Will they die? I will protect them. Keep the squirrels away. 2nd grade starts tomorrow. I look up at the sky. What will the future hold? Airplanes and a blimp. I wonder what the blimp says on it. An ad for Burberry or Bentley? But I hear a loud boom and the blimp and the planes and the earth melt and bloom and change forever. And I’m unable to protect the flowers.


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