#Whistpr Prompt of the Day
She was wild as a weed. No one could tell her what to do or where to grow. Men tried: “Be a rose. Why can’t you be a regular rose?” The kind that would take to their pruning, grow in the shape they wanted.
She grew in concrete.
On the side of a wall.
You couldn’t tell her anything at all.
Whistpr is a daily writing exercise from Helen Whistberry. You can find their work at https://linktr.ee/whistberry or on Bluesky via @whistberry.bsky.social.
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