The Emerald Vase

When your mind is re-living those glorious moments of life it forgets about the present happenings, you just feel like indulging into those moments when life has made you unbelievably content.

Bloom indulged into these thoughts every night after all she was in the captive of Blaze in his mansion, a place where life would surprise her, where any day she could be murdered mercilessly. Her hungry mind rattled to gather all the moments she spent with her father. It was rare that she thought about Blaze, his thoughts always sent cold shivers down her spine or made her head gleam with droplets of sweat. But sometimes she did ask God, why He had given her the beautiful yet vulnerable emerald green vase.

She remembered that day vividly when she spotted the vase in the market place, she had wondered from where has this beautiful elegant piece of creativity emerged from. The sight of it made her heart fill with intense happiness. She was surprised why the owner of that vase left it in the busy market place at the side of the crowded road wrapped up in a cloth from which a part of the beauty peeped out like a new flower emerging from its bud. She tiptoed towards the vase, fearing that its master could be around. Her chocolaty brown eyes fixed on the vase; she picked it up with her small soft hands in utter delight. The next moment she ran with a twinkle in her eyes to her father and spoke endlessly about the vase in her hands. Her father was just happy to see his little princess dancing with joy hugging the emerald vase to her tiny body.