“She had been poisoned by a jealous admirer the day of her wedding. It took hold of her quickly, paralyzing her body and blackening her world. She was mourned intensely by her fiancé, family, friends, their salty tears joining the splashing rain on its way to the river. After two days her body was laid into a small boat with a beautiful and bright bouquet of sunflowers, a vibrant reference to the eternal inner flame. The vessel was cast out into the flowing water and the current carried her away.
The next day she awoke, her body still paralyzed but her mind sparked to life by the sun's warmth. The poison had crippled her but lacked the conviction to extinguish such a marvelously pure soul. She gazed frantically toward the sky, the muscles in her neck locking her gaze upward. All she could see was blue, the periwinkle blanket that encased the world on a cloudless day. As the hours passed, her anxiety had no choice but to wane. The clouds that invaded her view became welcome guests she awaited with anticipation. When the sun set and darkness fell, the shimmering stars blinked and sparkled in recognition of her tragic fate.
Day and night cycled on until there was no life behind her open eyes. The boat had become mired in a shallow pool that was no match for the glaring heat of the fiery globe above. As the water evaporated and the surrounding vegetation wilted away, the heat nor maggots nor scavenging beasts had the courage to disturb her. Indeed, even Death himself seemed to pause in reverence of the tenacity of her grace.” -M.D.Walter