Competition Twenty-Three Shortlisted: An Occasional Destruction of Roses
It was the very last specimen of the red weed. The rest were gone, dead, pulled up or trampled into the ground. But this single clump had survived, crimson fronds trailing over pale rocks beside the slow moving forest stream. The children who found it picked the scarlet flowers, went home with rashes on their […]
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