Six Sentence Sunday: Flower Power

Hiya Sixers! Thanks for stopping by, and thanks for all the comments on last week's Six Sentence Sunday post.

To celebrate my pretty new blog theme, I pulled a scene from the middle of Girl Under Glass. Rachel is visiting a shipboard park for the first time. The woman speaking is Sree, an Ohnenran. -----

Blood red flowers twined up, around, and over the arch and, as I halted beside her, she brushed her fingers over a cluster. The sweetest aroma filled my sinuses. I thought of honeysuckle and peaches and the white jasmine my mother grew in a terracotta pot on the back patio the year we lived in San Diego.

“What kind of flower is this?” I touched its blue-green leaves and trailed my finger along one of its twisting tendrils.

“A mahle.”

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