She held the flower to the sky. A soft pink freshly picked peonie.
I could see the wonder in her eyes, set unblinking past the stars.
“I bet there are space flowers.”
“Yeah space flowers… a planet out there with giant flowers that can be seen from space, their petals stretched long, painted with intricate patterns and colors poking out from craters on moons, filling space with galactic smells”
She swung the peonie in front of the stars as she spoke.
“So are there space bees?”
She mimicked an expression of exasperation, her fake hurt eyes sat opposite my smile as she thrust the peonie into my face. A clarification on how space bees are not as likely as space flowers kept me rapt.
I laid in the grass heeding her words as they floated past the sky.
Her eyes were back on the stars with a burning desire to be clairvoyant admits a hopeful soliloquy.
A description of the native nebulous flowers that only grew near purple rivers on small moons made me believe she could actually see them from here.