This Friday Fictioneers story includes dark humor and white flowers. On a side note, I dare you to say the title five times fast.
copyright Lora Mitchell
A Lily Look-alike’s Lament
I’m making this video to say that I quit. It’s too hard. I came to this planet to make friends and have adventures, but everyone mistakes me for a type of local flora known as a lil-lee. I hate it when they stick their noses in my mouths, inhale deeply and say “ahhh”. I’ve always been ashamed of my body odor. They put me next to dead people too.
I’m going to throw myself out this window as soon as I can get . . . it . . . open.
I guess I’ll just wait for someone to throw me away.
Too bad I’m immortal.
