Boy of Lillies


"What are you doing, child?"

The little boy looks up from his task, a bundle of lillies in his arms. "I'm going to town with Papa. I need something to sell."

"Sell them to me, then. I'll give you more than the bastards in town."

Feuilly's son eyes her suspiciously. "How much?"

"Does it matter, Vachel? Your father is dead. He won't take you anywhere."

"Dead? Wait..."

Vachel awakens, and reaches to the floor, clasping the stem of the white lily. He uses its petals to wipe away the tears, and smiles weakly. That silly dream. Third time this week.


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