Today’s writing prompt inspired this little story.
In a land far away the rain was so plentiful that roses grew as high as the tower windows with long spiny branches that searched for the sun. Clouds called the earth home and Princess Desiree wondered what color the roses would be if they bloomed.
So depressed was the lovely young maiden that her desire to walk in the garden dissipated. She would sit in her bedroom reading seed catalogs and unearthly horror stories written by the castle jester, who himself hadn’t laughed for a decade.