Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #24: Using a minimum word count of 10, maximum word count of 250, Write a piece about GREED. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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Pick.
I know very well that when one admires a flower, one should not pick it. One should not pick it. I know very well that when one loves another, one should not want it. One should not want it. To let you go and grow and blossom on as you're predestined to. To let you root and sprout where you feel grounded. To let you advance every leaf, every petal and every sepal on your body until you are fully grown. To let you be in all your essence, moving along with the wind, reaching up to the sunrays and handle as you do all the passing weather. To let you be - one should not pick it. Yet I can not help but want to pick you so badly. Pick you so badly, and keep you with me alone. One should not pick it.