The Flower Prankster - an incident
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The Flower Prankster - an incident It was long past midday and it was nearing the last day of the school half term break. The sun, a full circle and the colour, strangely, a dark shade of orange, peeped over the top of the tall chestnut trees like an anxious child at a window. The shadow it cast gradually slid itself over the rooftops of the small detached houses situated at the top of the hill overlooking the dusty gorge. The shadow eventually moved further out as I stood, five years old, at the glass patio door waiting for my mother to walk through and lift me from the cold floor. 'Stay inside betha, I am just going outside to pick some flowers before your dad gets back from work', my mother advised as the sun shone brightly outside. I was always by my mother's side, 'the protector'. However, today was...


