Purple Rain
With Prince gone, so was the purple rain–the girls worried they would turn into dandelions . . .
You’re Yellow
After Kindle refused to fight with the schoolyard bully, she was called yellow. “And the downside to that is?” she inquired . . .
Genocide
Jenny realized–no, was overwhelmed by feelings–that she wasn’t the most popular flower in the yard. The roses, begonias, and tulips got extra fertilizer and careful trimming, but she got nothing, in fact, she had to lay close to the ground when the lawn guy came with the mower to avoid decapitation. While she was a little miffed at the treatment she got (or didn’t get), she was horrified when she saw the lawn guy unloading bags of dandelion killer into the fertilizer spreader and heading in her direction. She wondered if she had time to contact the UN and plead her case, not only for refugee status but the impending genocide of her kind . . . . . David, Sf.G.
Hair Care Products
Kinsey loved her new blue spiky hairdo; it simply defined “cool”. She did wish there was something she could put on it so that it didn’t attract those white gone-to-seed windblown dandelion puffs. They looked pretty tacky stuck on the spikes but they were so light, she didn’t feel them or know they were there until one of her friends pointed them out. Maybe she could find something at the mall or on the net. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Genocide
Glenda had no choice; she had to appeal to the U.N. genocide commission. In the US, of all places, there was an entire industry dedicated to wiping out her kind. What had dandelions–always sunny and cheerful–done to attract that kind of collective anger towards them? . . . . David, Sf.G.