The flower petals ruffled in the breeze. It was good, because the breeze concealed their conversations.
“What are you red guys doing in our bed? You have no business here!”
“We don’t know! It wasn’t our choice! We’d rather be with our own kind over there!”
One of the yellow flowers piped up: “But you look really pretty mixed together! The contrasting colors are brighter than if you were all separate.”
A red flower snorted. “There’s always a cock-eyed optimist!”
Just Writing! 
Dear Linda,
I’d hate to think that flowers have the same type of color divide as humans. 😉 Nice little allegory.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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It would be ridiculous, wouldn’t? Which is the thought the triggered my story.
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What would they say to flowers that have both, red and white? Lovely allegory, Linda.
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Bi-racial, I guess 🙂
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One day. We’ll get there one day
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One can hope.
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What a great take on the prompt. And what a killer last line!
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Thanks, Penny 🙂
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May those flowers learn to get along.
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Thank you, Iain.
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Sorry, wrong comment on your post. Yes, one hopes the flowers won’t continue to fight!
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Even the flowers are divided. What hope is there for us!? Lovely whimsy 🙂
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Thanks, Iain.
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Who knew flowers could be so persnickety! Fun story, Linda, with a deeper message beneath.
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Thanks so much. Flowers are so beautiful, I’m glad this is just a fable 🙂
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🙂
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Wow, that explains a lot about humans. But then, it’s not my place to say, is it? 🙂
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A thought-proving fable, well done Linda.
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polarization. it seems to be the sign of the times. even flowers aren’t immune. 🙂
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Well, I certainly hope they’re a little smarter than we are 🙂
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Nicely said. I like your flower analogy. I also like the line about the wind concealing the petals’ conversations.
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Thanks, Margaret 🙂
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Yep, we feel uncomfortable when strangers encroach without invitation. Well said.
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I love cock-eyed optimists!
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I KNEW that this was the kind of stuff they said when no one was listening (or so they thought!). No wonder that the violets shrink away from ’em. … 😉
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