All in a Day’s Eye

Annabelle doodled daisies wherever she went, sidewalks, notebooks, desks, doors, windows, walls, but her favorite was plucking their sunny faces, the petals adorning her lap and hair.

It’s been years since her fascination with daisies shut like the day’s eye at night.

I hadn’t realized how much I missed their innocence until I found the memory of one pressed between the pages of her favorite book, suspended in its youth like Annabelle with her golden-crowned head and bright eyes.

In response to: Three Line Tales, Week Forty-Six
Featured Image: Bruno Nascimento via Unsplash  (CC0 Public Domain)
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