The Former Flower



Walking home from Rabbit’s, Mama Chipmunk’s littlest grandchild spied an odd-looking flower at the edge of the moss path.


Looking at it, she realized it was a ghost of a flower: delicate traceries of lacy ribs instead of actual petals. Hoping it wouldn’t disintegrate, the tiny chipmunk held her book flat and laid the ghostly flower on top, walking slowly the rest of the way home.


Once in her room, she set her discovery on a bookshelf with her other treasures: a tiny bee-shaped rock, a fuzzy wood-poppy seed pod, and a clover leaf in the shape of a heart.


(Late May 2024)


Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr
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