The Choice of Wildflowers – by Becca

Walking a footpath, we travel uncertain of our end.

On one side, wildflowers in tall grasses; on the other, clean grasses for watching clouds.

I watch the wildflowers; she watches the sky.

Upon a fork, I close my eyes in hope; hers open to a choice. 

I pick wildflowers.


Becca writes creative poetry, flash and shorts. As a private investigator she is inspired to tell stories. Becca is a lover of all shenanigans.

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