#unfinishedstory
“GROW!!!”
yelled an angry lady to a tiny slowly-growing flower.
It was a warm sunny day. Lucy walks fast, her head down. She refuses to see the beautiful flowers on the sidewalks. Biting her tongue, closing her eyes as her memory involuntarily recites last night’s encounter with robots, titans and zombies.
She just can't forget.
"Good morning!" She greeted everyone with a hypocritical smile as she entered the office.
It was the most exciting month (supposed to be) for Lucy and the rest of the team.
Flower fields began to blush with pinky tulips, while gigantic sunflowers imitate the unbeatable radiance of the sun. Hope and courage thrive like humbled weeds and grass, despite being unnoticed and insignificant to some.











