uniqueyuka
There was a small garden bed not too far from an apartment complex in the city, perched just beside a well-built tree; its glassy leaves barely able to shade at least a few of the plants in the bed. He always passed it when he ventured through the city, not because it happened to lay sprawled out in the direction of his every intended destination ( it never was), but it was because inspecting the healthy patches of irises were always a refreshing sight to see. In a city like this, it was really the only spark of hope.
However, this particular day was different, and what he expected to see were the same vividly painted petals of the flowers in the garden. But instead, he was only greeted with a mess of strewn leaflets and remains of what used to be a bed of irises. The blossoms violently ripped away from their stems, which didn't stand upright anymore, but rather, loomed over in defeat. And while in the state of shock, he managed to hear the roll of soft snickers along with quick footsteps. Passing him, with dirt layering over their hands, was a pack of small young boys.
Several seconds later, as L.Joe could only stare at the garden's grave and the remnants of the residents scrawling over the dirt in agony. He was just as appalled. But he wasn't the only one. A subtle gasp, followed by a thud suggested someone else had witnessed this scene as well, and to L.Joe's surprise, it was a female along with a fallen watering pot at her feet. And then the situation sewn itself together in his head. And he immediately began shaking his head, drawing a step back in the process.
"It wasn't me-- I swear, it wasn't!"
