Do you know why the lotus is one of my favorite flowers?" I cocked my head to one side so I could see his expression.	He shook his head.	"This beautiful flower lives in the most vile, muddy water of swamps and bogs," I said and rubbed the smooth metal of the pendant between my fingers.	He frowned.	"No, seriously... the grosser the environment, the better," I said.	"So let me get this straight. You like a flower that lives in disgusting places?" One of his eyebrows rose. "That ain't right."	"No, I love this flower," I corrected.	He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, "Seriously?"	"What?" You don't believe me?"	"Sure, I believe you. It's just weird."	"I'll tell you why, but only if you promise not to laugh," I said.	He nodded.	Taking a cleansing breath, I rested my head against the seat, closed my eyes, and took that scary first step.	"This flower stays in the mud and muck all night long."	I peeked at him without moving my head. His face had become set in the smooth lines of one who listens intently.	"Then, at sunrise, it climbs toward the light and opens into a pristine bloom. After the sun goes down, the bloom sinks into the mire. Even though it spends the whole night underwater, the flower emerges every morning as beautiful as the day before." Smiling, I swiveled in my seat to face him. "I love this flower because it reminds me that we get second chances every day, no matter what muck life drags us through.
K.D. Wood, Unwilling
bayou, horror, mystery, romance, sci-fi