Here’s a short write-up based on your prompt “Searching for sunflower in—”
…a field that once blazed gold, now gone to seed and silence. Searching for- sunflower in-
You stop. Kneel. You don’t pick it. Some things are not meant to be taken—only found. Here’s a short write-up based on your prompt
And then—there. Not at the front, not tall and proud. Half-hidden behind a broken fence post, leaning as if tired of waiting. One last sunflower. Its petals are frayed, its center a deep, wine-stained ring. But it is still yellow. Still turning toward the pale afternoon sun. its center a deep
Searching for sunflower in— A season past its prime. A year you thought you’d lost. The quiet place inside you that never stopped believing in brightness.