The Chrysanthemums

yellow chrysanthemums

A sudden torrential downpour in November was quite strange in this part of the country. Curiously, I walked out to the verandah and stood there for a while. A gust of wind brought me a particular scent I had not caught before. I looked around and found a bucket of yellow chrysanthemums glistened with raindrops. I never knew they have such refreshing fragrance. All my life, I thought they were scentless flowers. I began to wonder how many other things in my life have passed unnoticed. The brief tranquility was troubled by these thoughts in the midst of unseasonal rain.

– z.bastien


A 100-word flash fiction I wrote during a creative writing workshop I attended last month.


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