“Who knows how the outside world would be? What if we dry up and the flower wilts?” the petals spoke up, refusing to come into efflorescence.
The stem and the leaves tried to reason with them, but the obstinate petals did not budge. The flowers around the bud used to recite the stories of cruel boys plucking the fellow flowers or dogs trampling upon them, further aggravating the plant's conundrum. The Wise Roots finally ended the discussion — Someday, the heat may wilt you or the dogs might trample upon you but nothing can stop your beauty and aroma from adorning the world, even if it is for a brief moment.
Open up without fear to let the world see you in full bloom and admire your vibrant colours and inhale your intoxicating fragrance!
Thanks a lot for reading! This is my first attempt at five-sentence fiction, inspired by this wandering heart. The prompt for the week was 'Open'. Do send in your feedback!
