The Flower Of Vanity

There was a conceited woman that loved to stare her face reflected in a pond. She used to go there when the full moon shone in the sky, because it made her reflection become more enigmatic and beautiful. But as time and years passed away, when the woman saw her face in the pond, she used to cry. The pass of time had marked her, and that gave her a big anguish. One day, when she was knelt in the pond, feeling depressed for her reflection, she saw a strange flower. Its petals were white as snow, white as the moon. When she saw it, she was amazed, and forgot her suffering. Since then, her main purpose was that pale flower, that bloomed into the night. Each night, she gave it all her care. She awaited the night with anxiousness, as if her life depended on it, to go to the pond were this strange flower lived. And the years passed so quickly... And one day, the woman met a conceited youngster that had gone to the pond to watch her face reflected in the waters. The woman said her "Are you coming to see my beautiful flower?" And the young girl answered: "That thing? No, don't you think that flower is ghostly and dreadful?" "Not at all. It is the most beautiful thing that the waters of a pond may ever reflect", said the woman, and suddenly, she vanished like smoke. Since that day, the young girl started to be obsessed with that strange flower. She called it Vanity. And each night, she went to the pond. She gave it all her care and love, as if her life depended on it. -Emma Alvarez- © 2008 by Emma Alvarez. Link to this post without copying the text. Some Related Posts: If you liked this post, subscribe to Emma Alvarez Site or give yourself a gift Stumble it! Add me to your del.icio.us network