This is a picture of my amaryllis – or to be more accurate, Adam’s amaryllis, which is in our kitchen. It flowers twice a year if I’m lucky. The flowers last for about a week. And then they die. Isn’t it stunning?
And isn’t it sad that it is so fleeting.
And it got me to thinking about other fleeting and beautiful things. Like sand sculptures that will be washed away by the next tide.
And what a good emotion that is – that beauty that you cannot keep – for writing a short story.
As fleeting as a short story itself, maybe!
So I wrote one. I wonder if anyone will buy it. And what are the fleetingly beautiful things that stir other writers to create?
I would love to know.