Luna's stories

The harvested flowers

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With the arrival of spring and summer, Luna has the habit of going out to the parks in the countryside near where she lives, and walks slowly. Just as if each step should respect the breath of the world.

She carries a tiny basket with a slightly frayed handle, and on tiptoe she searches for the flowers she likes best. She does not take the most beautiful ones. Not even the rarest... She takes the forgotten ones: the daisies that have grown between the cracks, the half-drawn dandelions, the violets that peep out shyly under the dry leaves.

Once back in her room, she arranges them inside an old glass from the 1970s that she places in the centre of the table, on top of a lace doily. 'These flowers don't want to be admired,' Luna thinks. ‘They just want to be seen.’ Every night before bed, she greets them one by one.