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 it 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.