I wanted to write a flash fiction about a snowdrop so here it is. Who’d have thought a snowdropper was someone who stole underwear from a washing line and that a glump was a sulky person? You can discover all sorts when you do research!
The Garden of the Grumpy Galanthus
‘Don’t be such a sulky glump.’
‘I’m not sulking but I look like a punk.’
‘You look beautiful.’
‘What with these green streaks? All I want is to be perfectly pure.’
‘Every snowdrop is pure, green streaks or not.’
‘The snowdrops who stole the woman’s underwear isn’t pure.’
‘He’s a pervert not a Galanthus like us.’
The striped snowdrop’s head hung low. A dewy tear plopped to the soil.
‘I do look like a punk, or at the very least a painted replica, like those in her pot.’
The pure white snowdrop extended a comforting leaf.
‘Head up, the Narcissi are coming early. Smile.’