The Sunflower by Brook Bhagat

The Sunflower 

By Brook Bhagat

V’s sitting on the sidewalk in the sun in headphones and cut-offs. She smiles at you, cigarette in one hand and a big paintbrush in the other, dripping yellow.  

“It’s a warning,” you say.

She lifts the brush to the door of the sky blue bug and pulls out petals, stretching glorious to the handle, the wheel well, and the broken mirror from a perfect oval of shiny black seeds with a tiny white dot on each one and a ladybug the size of your fist right where he took the baseball bat to it.

“No,” she says. “It’s a flower.”

“The Sunflower” by Brook Bhagat. Copyright © 2019. First published in A Story in 100 Words.