The Price of a Life
{Word count: 99}
I have but a few minutes to survive.
The cold has left its mark, and I shall fall in the winter of my life. I have had a short life, yet long too. It has gone by in but a few hours.
Looking ahead at my brothers and sisters yet to come, I feel sad that my beauty has gone unseen, my skin untouched, me unloved.
They say each life has a place to shine, but my stage had no audience. Alas, who knows the price of a life cut short, the beauty of a flower broken by ice?

Inspired and shared with the open prompt at Project 365. The prompt that got this story out from my muse was — “You have 15 minutes to address the world live. What would you say?”. The picture prompt at Friday Fictioneers, inspired me to write the words of a winter blossom. Image credits to Janet Webb.
(6th December 2014)
Dear Vinay Leo,
I’m a bit confused by this one. Is this from the mind of an unborn baby? That was how I read it.
Shalom,
Rochelle
It can be, Rochelle 🙂 But I was looking at the blossom that perishes in winter ice without anyone seeing it. A different take, sort of.
ah! how morbid!!
and here we are looking forward to the snow and the cold.. while the last bloom suffers so – from the frostbite and the cold!
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Oh yes, even I look forward to winter. Guess not all blooms do, Pixie.
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Well, This could be a metaphor for so many things. Wonderful post 🙂
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Yes, a metaphor for many things. Glad you liked the post, Jb 🙂
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So few words and so much said!
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Thanks Nibha.
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