September drabbles - 26
“Don’t tell lies,” the teacher said.
“Why not?” said Meg.
“Because they’ll spread.”
The class went onto the green where dandelions had recently been.
“Pick some flowers,” said the teacher.
“Why?” said Meg.
“You’ll see.”
Meg chose the puffiest flower and pulled its stem. But seeds flew in a mighty cloud till only a pinprick was left. She chose another and shielded it but still the seeds escaped. She wrapped her hands round a puffy sphere, but threads and flickers trickled away through her fingers.
“Can’t do it,” said Meg.
“And you can’t stop lies from spreading,” the teacher said.
“Why not?” said Meg.
“Because they’ll spread.”
The class went onto the green where dandelions had recently been.
“Pick some flowers,” said the teacher.
“Why?” said Meg.
“You’ll see.”
Meg chose the puffiest flower and pulled its stem. But seeds flew in a mighty cloud till only a pinprick was left. She chose another and shielded it but still the seeds escaped. She wrapped her hands round a puffy sphere, but threads and flickers trickled away through her fingers.
“Can’t do it,” said Meg.
“And you can’t stop lies from spreading,” the teacher said.
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