Story by Sue

Within the hard, shrivelled cocoon of his lifeless body, Beau slept. The silken cover of his shelf bed stirred softly in the breeze from the opening door.

Suddenly a shrill whistle pierced the quiet. Skilful hands removed Beau from his silken cover and placed him in a warm glasshouse. He was immersed in a scalding liquid. After the initial shock warmth eased his inner soul out of his ugly body. His true colour flooded the liquid and his seed blossomed into a lovely flower.

Feeling alive he floated up to the top of his new glass house.

He heard a soft voice announce, “Here is my Beau-Tea”.

Story by Sue of Checkout Sues blog for her, almost, daily musings. Thanks for the tale, Sue!

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