Windflowers… well, I think these are windflowers, but the ones I know are very much paler. But I think the leaves are the same. Anyway, the picture of pink ones is my choice for Crispina Kemp‘s weekly Crimson’s Creative Challenge. Just 150 words. I can do that, can’t I? Could be difficult with the characters I have in mind…
CCC034: The Windflowers Are Pink This Year
Fred was entertaining Dylan and his brother Dougall at Castle Marsh. Dougall had never been here before.
“Let me show you around,” Fred said.
“Oh, that would be wonderful!” Dylan said.
“As long as you’re not too busy,” Dougall added.
Dougall found the reedbeds fascinating, and asked intelligent questions, while Dylan scurried off down side tracks to investigate.
As they crossed over one of the creeks Fred explained: “And these are our oak woods. You’ve missed the bluebells, I’m afraid”—
—“Oh, we have bluebells on Moreisle,” Dylan put in.
“Ah, good. And through there you can see the dainty white windflowers just starting to come out.”
“But they are pink.”
“They’re still windflowers, just pink at present. They turn white when they come out.”
“Ah.” Dylan dashed over to them. “These are really lovely. I bet they taste good.” He stuck his nose down and started munching.
“I don’t think you should…” Dougall said.
“Yuk, yeach, horrible. Water, quick.”
Dylan washed his mouth out thoroughly in the nearby brook.
“I don’t think windflowers are edible when they are pink,” Dougall said softly to Fred, who agreed.
Dylan spent the afternoon and evening with tummy ache. But he was fine by morning.
© J M Pett 2025
I’m wondering if your characters are human? But I love your story 👍💖
Yes sorry, Crispina, the Princelings of the East were originally written based on the characters of my guinea pigs, but ‘sanitised’ for the anthropomorphism-phobia of the time.These days I tell people they can read them as people or guinea pigs, but sometimes I write them as guinea pigs.
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Dylan is always a bit impetuous!
Impetuous… yes!