A single front lawn lay beneath an active sprinkler, and on the sidewalk, a mere pace away, lay a slowly dying flower. A tribute to life, perhaps. Something that was caught in the magic of the moment and turned from a vital, living thing into something that was now lying wilting and forgotten on a lonely, dark street.
Few cars pass, and the moon is the only thing that sees the pair who stand near the dying flower.
The girl s eyes fall on the flower. She s thinking now about herself, and that flower. Life, she s decided, is totally unfair. Here lies a dying beauty, yet she herself lives. Her life, though, is rather a stifled sort.