Amelia worked the counter at the health food emporium, with
flowers in her hair and a beatific smile, butterflies flying in a gentle rhythm
around her head. In the back of the emporium, her co-worker Violet sorted and
stacked organic inventory.
Good morning, isnt it a beautiful day? cooed
Amelia to the next customer, a man in a dark suit and sunglasses approaching
the counter clutching a bottle of multivitamins. He didnt reply, just
spilled a bag of coins on the counter, meticulously separating them into
distinct piles. She felt slight flares of annoyance, waiting for him to finish.
When done, he flipped off his sunglasses, declaring, I do believe this
completes our transaction! The mans left eye resembled a gleaming
green flower, and it cut into Amelias soul like a floral laser, promising
For the next seven nights, Amelias dreams were dominated
by the green flower. When waking up, her mind was filled with chlorophyll
blossoms. Amelia told Violet, We need to find the green flower. I believe
it will lead us to a mystical answer!
Well, theres a plant nursery up the street, with
lots of flowers, shrubs, and
No, this was a special flower, a flower leading through
the gates of nirvana into a peaceful gentle meadow of wonder and peace. An
emergence from turbulent pain of the past into a shining future, said
Amelia, butterflies fluttering nearby.
Amelia has a little man dancing around inside of her. The man
has green flowers growing out of his eyes. When Amelia is happy, the little man
is tickling her with the flowers, rolling about on Amelias insides
when Amelia feels low, the little man steps in, objectifying the
pain, molding it like a mound of acid clay into a useful urn. Sometimes
hes able to mold chunks of it, sometimes the clay just slips through his
fingers. But slowly, ever so slowly, he is molding it. This is when the little
green flowers in his eyes truly grow.
Walking home after a day of work at the heath food emporium,
Amelia stared at bucolic gardens of flowers. Turning a corner, she saw the man
in the black suit. Its you! Amelia declared, as the man
peered out from behind sunglasses. The flower in your eye imprinted
itself upon my soul, she said.
The man looked at her, and pulled off his sunglasses, revealing
clear green eyes, not flower-like at all. Yes, my defective contact
lenses reflected streaks of light haphazardly in shapes that could be perceived
as flowers. However, I did enjoy the multivitamins I purchased at your
establishment, as I believe they have contributed to an enhanced sense of
well-being. Now if youll excuse me, Id like to proceed down this
sidewalk unimpeded. Amelia stared at him, noticing his resemblance to her
ex-husband. She thought of past promises destroyed, her parents
self-destructing in an inferno of dysfunction, her ex-husband lashing out in
abuse after seeming so kind. Amelia had meticulously built a wall of new age
self-preservation, depending on a tenuous combination of chimes and mantras
while searching for a transforming answer.
When Amelia gets angry, she wishes to send the little man
within her out into the world with a molten hot hammer, killing and destroying
the objects of her anger. But then a lasso is tied around the little man, and
he spins around inside of Amelia, flower petals flying out of his tiny eyes to
be pinched between the two fingers of Amelias social conscience.
Enraged that mystical transcendence would again not be attained,
Amelia decided to let the little man out into the world with his molten hot
hammer, the flowers from his eyes turning black.