Two Eyes Cenote comedy

it's going to die though.
the metaphor is lost on blunt tiye, though she still tucks the flower behind an ear. 

i wouldn't want my devotion to die. she slouches, just a little, and turns to the cactus again where she'd taken the flower from. a bud lays nestled underneath where the flower once covered it.
she'll take care of this one. and hope it blooms again.