Sunflowers is a short story dredged up from my memories of being a little girl who spent a lot of time alone with my imagination and the nature around me. Originally the story was an introduction to an illustrated story but I decided to keep it as its own short story. This is a large sample of the story and falls into the dark fantasy category. –Bethalynne
|The night never scared the little girl. She had no fear of the darkness. Things could be hidden in the dark and if one’s mind was strong enough you could trap those hidden things in that darkness so they could never touch you. In the darkness she could make herself appear six feet tall and so strong. And by her side was the dragon of her dreams, who spoke to her in a language only the two of them knew. With his talon hand firmly on her shoulder, she was the empress in this darkness.
The little girl was not so strong in the sunlight. In the unflinching stare of the sun she could see the shadow she cast. It was like a shameful reminder of how important and massive she was in the dark, while being so pathetically small in the light of day. At high noon she was barely four feet tall and her dragon could not exist within a place so warm and bright. During the day the little girl was quite afraid of everything because there were no true corners of the dark to lock her fears away in. In the light, no secrets can be kept.