Short Stories


Crazy,how you meet people,in a bar,petrol station what ever,its like the wind brings you together,Was it fate ,who knows,but like a flower,the seed sticks,germinates,and can grow, In life,its the same .that person ,stays,grows and becomes a beutifull flower.IT could be a weed ,that sticks as well,’its the same as a flower,but then chokes you,and grabs you,trying to to destroy,the goodness, in your garden,like a white fly,or a bug,What you have to do ,is clean your garden,clean the weeds,the fly,clean it up, watch your fantastic garden bloom,only a few,survive,but those few ,are gorgeous,they bloom,like flowers,true friends,,,,ps new short story lol x