Raining With The Roses

• Lorna Mirams, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2014

They fall one by one, but in an instant they are gone, taking their own path so easily. Whereas I fall all at once, but I stay there, a dark hole where I am trapped. It’s not easy to move on, to take a path, to even find a path. I am not like roses. But the best I can do is dig daisies.