“Hello, my name is Esmeralda Grunch and I live in a beautiful red tulip in the garden of the flower sprites in Umbrae. Truly he is the most fetching of the flowers in the garden and I work to make sure that his petals stay pristine.
If you ever visit Umbrae be sure to stop at our garden and we might even have a latke or two to share. But you’ll have to pay – we don’t want any freeloaders around here.
I hear word of me has spread to the above world and my story can even be found on something called youtube. I suppose you can check it out. I hear the narrator, Matt Lovell does a passable job.
Today’s fiction Friday is a little story I wrote for a contest a few months back. I recently wrote a sequel with a Chanukah theme that appears in a charity anthology, Winter Wishes.
Esmeralda Grunch opened her eyes and stretched. She reached up and tugged apart the crimson petals above her head and gazed out at the sunrise.
“Ouch,” screeched the Tulip, “what did you have to do that for? I’ll open up in a little if you just wait for the sun to come out.”
But Esmerelda couldn’t wait. She pushed her way up through the deep red petals and out into the cool morning air. She breathed deeply and let the first rays of the sun touch her tiny gossamer wings. She flew down to the pond, where she gazed at her reflection, satisfied. She was a very fetching flower sprite even if she said so herself, with deep red hair that matched her tulip and a scarlet dress that sparkled in the early morning rays.
The Tulip rearranged its petals and settled down for the day, grumbling to itself. It knew it was supposed to be an honor to be chosen by a flower sprite, but still she could be a bit more grateful; after all the Tulip was unique – she was the only red Tulip in the flower patch.
She gazed haughtily at the other flowers. Such vulgar shades. Only she was the purest red. Her bulb had been a ruby set in the soil, a promise of a fragrant future. Yes, the garden was truly hers, despite what Esmeralda believed.
But still as the day progressed the Tulip became restless. Where was the sprite? She would need to close her petals soon and rest for the night. There in the distance, a fluttering of wings, and Esmeralda landed with the plop in the middle of the Tulip.
“Where have you been?” scolded the Tulip, but Esmeralda didn’t answer. She was already fast asleep. The Tulip sighed as she enfolded Esmeralda in her petals and joined her in peaceful slumber.