Reflecting Roses (Flash Fiction)


The streams flowing against the bumpy rocks never stop to take his image. They just swim with their own currents, never stopping to at least take a good look at him. The sun is doing his job and the clouds are forever sleeping. All of their eyes are blinded by their own possession of mirrors. They are their own roses and love it without thinking twice.

The man looks at the streams flowing and sees his own picture. He smiles as he adores what he sees and feels the zing that surpasses through his veins. He shakes his head and raises his eyebrow. “I love you.” He said.

Everything looks natural; an ordinary day with the nature’s family. Though everything and everyone love oneself.



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