Five Years a Writer

A silly tale to mark February 14th, known as Valentine’s Day Of all days for her to lose her hair it had to be today. Of course; that’s how her life seemed to go. No such thing as luck for her, or not good luck, anyway. Once the wind caught her white head of fluffy beauty, away it went on the breeze to who knows where. Now all she needed was to bump into Daisy or Rose or Petunia and that would put the tin hat on it. Maybe she should have worn a hat, she wondered. That might have averted the disaster that was her newly bald top, but there was nothing she could do about that now. Today of all days, it was going to be rough. No one would give her a second look. No. No, all eyes would be on the others. On Rose in particular. That she was merely a hot house wannabe mattered not one whit. Men lined up for her, women, too, these days. Equality being all the rage. Ha! No equality or respect for Dandy. She was always overlooked, even mocked as only a weed. But her roots went deeper than Rose’s