The Mystical Flower

She went into a flower shop searching for the perfect flower, knowing not of what was going to happen she picks this flower that was all alone. The flower was a rare beauty, it looked like a flower you would only see in your dreams, but it was real. The flower had a mystical purple to it, and a tint of black that drew you in like a black whole. She wondered why no one would ever buy a flower like this; she also thought why was it hidden away from every one. She came up to the counter starring into the flower not even realizing that the lady at the counter was starring at her. When she finally escaped from the flowers captivating glow she realized that the lady was smiling at her. She was just about to smell the flower but the lady at the counter stopped her. "Don’t smell…not yet." She looked at the lady with wonder, why did she care if she smelled the flower or not it didn’t mean anything to them, did it? When she passed the lady the flower, to pay for it, she pushed it back towards her, "It’s yours…it picked you." She smiled at the lady thinking how weird she was and just walked out of the store. She left the store with a smile on her face and confusion dancing around her mind. She got into her car and sat there for a while, starring at the rare beauty. She started her car and headed home. While on the way home she noticed that the flower had mist coming out of it. She started to feel really sleepy, and dreams were starting to captivate her soul. She started to swerve on a open road surrounded by a forest. She finally swerved into the forest and the car seemed to have a mind of its own and kept on driving.

Next thing she knew was she had wakened up in this tree; how she got up there was the real question. She looked over to the passenger seat where she had placed the flower and oldly enough it was still there........

to be continued