Quip's Corner - Yellow Pansies

Yellow pansies lay crushed by a heel, ground into the black asphalt. Stems kicked aside, bent and broken. On a nearby stone bench, a boy sits, head bowed and shaking, supported by quivering hands. A ragged gray cotton pullover jacket hangs limply over one knee. The lonely cold stone bench gives little comfort to the young boy’s rasping sobs. The sea of green grassy fields surrounding this solitary event are quiet, holding its reverence. A clear blue sky with tiny tufts of white cotton hover motionlessly overhead. The warm yellow sun radiates its light on the grass and flowers below, painting them in their most vivid colors. But a cool, crisp morning breeze causes the boy to shiver involuntarily. His jacket slides, from his knee, into a large puddle. The material immediately begins to absorb the muddy liquid as the jacket sinks and turns a dark gray. The boys doesn't seem to notice. The colors are gone from his world.