Moonflower Stories
Sketched by Kumar
In his backyard, the boy traced the patterns in the dirt, imagining the bird’s feathers transforming into delicate flowers that bloomed only in moonlight, a quiet smile playing on his lips as he found solace in his dreams.
The night smiled back with a gentled breeze through the window, scattering the crumbs away.
A pang of longing stirred in his heart as he wondered if the bird’s spirit had taken flight into a world where colors danced and whispered secrets to the wind.
As stars blinked awake each night, he whispered stories into the air, hoping the bird could hear him from its hidden sanctuary — somewhere beyond the backyard outside his window.
The night felt alive and loved.
Someday, he would follow the feathers too — into the wind, whispering stories where words bloomed like moonflowers.