MY SHORT STORY #1- THE BEAUTY OF PURITY

She was the wealthiest and blessed woman in the little town she lived in. Pitiful was she, for her husband had fallen into a deep sleep in his death bed. She had bare no child but she still continued and kept on moving on in life. And her only company now was her beautiful and blooming garden. Thats what she was left with. Her fine healthy garden, which she always took good care of. Lady Athea owned a flower shop once down town. Soon she had to close it down since the government took it away from her. This saddened her and broke her heart. Even in her late forties, the men down town still respected her for her highly, charismatic beauty. They always described her like her beautiful garden. Always blooming, always beautiful and everyday graceful. Everyone in town respected her and loved her. Including the mayor who was running the little town she lived in. No one could utter a single false word about her. She was never hated or gossiped in her town because even though she was hated, she always prayed for them anyway. On One bright and glorious spring morning, Lady Athea stepped outside from her porch, with her fine silk robe wrapped around her body and a mug of coffee on her hand. She smiled and waved at Joey, the paper boy who passed by every morning. Joey dear, what brings you here to my house early morning? asked Lady Athea smiling sweetly at the young lad. Joey waves his cap, Good morning Lady Athea! Well it just dawn me yesterday to come stop over and watch you water your garden. Ive heard from Miss Alberta that you have just grown a bunch of Lilacs. And I really do fancy some of those Lilacs. Its quite rare. Yes darling I have. Its a pleasure for me if you come give me a hand and water my lilacs. Surprisingly they have grown out and their petals are flourishing out nicely. Come have a look. She motions for Joey to follow her to her backyard garden. Ooing and gasping as he walks and passes by a path of yellowed thorn roses, orchids, a mini

magnolia tree, white thorn roses and other more flowers which you can rarely find in the down town flower shops, were all there in Lady Athea garden. Never has Joey seen such marvelous and beautiful things in his life and it was almost like a dream come true. In the middle of Lady Athea backyard garden, there grew a number of flourished, Lavender and white Lilacs. The finest from all her plants and flowers. It was the rarest flower in the place she lived in. Everyone in town grew roses, orchids and such flowers which were mostly common there. Around the Lilacs was a thin barrier, preventing from any insects or pests from damaging its newly flourished petals. And all the more Lady Athea loved these flowers. They were perfect and so beautiful in every way and the fragrance of this flower could be circulated just by the brush of the wind through its delicate, little petals. These flowers were so vulnerable behind the barriers that every afternoon bees would come flying, trying to break through those thin barriers because of its beautiful scent. Poor Lady Athea, she would sometimes come running out, chasing them off with her bug spray repellent. She would often get a sprained ankle or she would be hyperventilating, trying to catch her breath from running. Loosing these unique and beautiful Lilacs meant like she was losing everything in her life all over again. And she didnt want to risk that.

It was the Middle of April; Lady Athea was fast asleep in her living room. The Lilacs were peacefully and gracefully swaying as the springs cool breeze blew into their stems and their petals. The precious little Lilacs looked much healthier and happier every now and then. Their bright, vibrant white and lavender petals confidently flourished out as if they were exposing something so elegantly precious and beautiful to the cruel world. They remained like that, gleefully dancing with the wind not until someone had barged in, into Lady Athea territory. They barged right into Lady Athea house and after a while they got in, a loud cry of a lady came right inside her house. She was raided by bandits. Her helpless cries and shrieking made no help at all since her voice was too small to be heard. There were sounds of shelves collapsing, glass breaking, helpless pleas of cry and screaming. Yet no one had ever come to her aid. The bandits also raided her beautiful and lovely garden. Digging out the soil and creating a big mess, plucking out her freshly grown orchids and crushing them under their heavy, leathered, black boots. They threw all Lady Atheas furniture into the paths of her roses and throwing their half empty bottle of beer into the plants. They trashed

the whole garden and broke the barriers of the Lilacs. They buried a number of Lilacs into the soil with their bottles and they even urinated on those beautiful flowers. The Lilacs were helpless and were destroyed like a wave of a hurricane. As soon as they were done for, they fled away with their motorbikes, leaving Lady Athea in a deep coma and her cold blood spilled over her living room. And also her whole territory vandalized and disastrous. Why didnt anybody come to her rescue? Why would they do such a thing to an innocent woman? Little was there now left from the Lilacs. Only the one in the middle remained strong and firm to its soil. The fragrance of the flower blew across the damaged garden that was once called beautiful. The last one standing stood firm yet vulnerable. It was aware now that it was exposed to danger. Unfortunately as the fragrance of these flowers was soon sent to the insects home, by the wind, it was now sure that soon theyll come to an end just like the rest. Slowly did they, came flying from their little hives. Buzzing and flying to where the last one standing was, so vulnerable and almost close to its end. Soon, the bee settled down on its petals, sucking out the juice and the vibrant color of its fine petals. Repeatedly doing this from the rest of the Lilacs that it had settled upon, the bee had soon got tired and was delightfully satisfied from its meal. Sadly the fragrance and scent of the Lilac had died away, its petals withering slowly and aging. As if its life had just been snatched away from it. Soon, the lilacs stem gave up on it, for there werent any loving hands to come pamper it and bring life to it again

The Man is like a bee, once they got what they want and are satisfied from what they have done. Knowing that they have taken away something so precious and beautiful that was once created, they fly away and leave the innocent and pure creation, damaged and lifeless.