Once upon a time, long ago and far away. . .
a field of flax waved and nodded in the sun. A whisper of excitement had come down the cool breeze. The flax plants leaned toward each other in order to hear better.
". . . something beautiful!" came the whisper. "Something radiant and fine!"
A particularly tall and graceful flax plant - we'll call her Lina - bobbed urgently. "What?" she rustled to her neighbor. "What are they saying?"
"It's some kind of opportunity," the neighbor replied. "We can be made into something fine and beautiful."
"We're already beautiful," Lina pointed out, looking over the sea of dancing blue blossoms.
Her neighbor bounced a shrug. "Well, I don't know. That's what they say. Something even more beautiful, and extremely valuable."
"Valuable?" Lina swayed thoughtfully. It would be nice to be special and valuable.
Over the next days and weeks the rumors grew and faded like the weather - sometimes lively and energetic, sometimes dull or silent altogether. Lina only knew that if the opportunity came to her, she would take it.
Blue petals fell into the wind, and seed pods swelled. The weather and the flax felt heay and lethargic. Perhaps it had been only a rumor, after all.
To be continued. . .
Repairing the Breach,
Debbonnaire
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