The road not taken
I stand in life at a crossroads, I see my two lives converging, a choice must be made before both worlds crumble and I am left with nothing. Both wonderful and full of light and adventure, both tinged with regret. To the right is the family I have always dreamed, my love, who is kind and stable and strong, giving me a sweet child. There’s always been the fascination for that little parasite foetus ready to grow in my belly, being nourished by my body then pushed out like a hurricane storm passing through me. It changes you I hear. I can see my child before my eyes, just a few metres down the path, she is blond, just like me and her father. She’s fascinated with the little insects crawling on the summer flowers. The earth has called me to create her and there she is standing, a little love, fresh and curious, full of innocence and charm.
The other path is the purely self satisfying one, where I am the only child needing to be taken care of. Surrounding myself with all the beautiful things I have ever loved; clothes made of wool or silk or soft linen. Fragile ceramics scattered in the kitchen that a home with a child could never permit. This path leads me to Paris and New York where all I must do is stand in awe at the paintings hanging in the Louvre and Guggenheim. Many loves pass through my bed, each one tailored to whichever mood I am feeling that day, one for romance, one for passion and one purely for indulgence. Like a box of luxury chocolates. Books and books line my shelves, I’d have time enough to read them all, I could be a poet, perhaps even learn how to spell. Nights forever exotic and playful, days forever lounging and decadent.
Which of these two diverging roads to take? Both just as fair, both the road less travelled.
The fatal flower is the perverted shy girl, the one you wouldn’t suspect. Under a soft exterior lies a complex being with an unyielding wildness, anchored to the earth by her humble nature and inexplicable dry humour. She is the femme of now, the modern woman who’s thoughts transcend through cultures and time.
Over the coming months let ‘La Fleur Fatale’ be your guide to the hidden insights and stories of a watchful woman’s eye navigating through the ‘European’ way of life. Struggles and mishaps ensue as life is embraced and the thorny introvert femme clammers for life’s answers. All possible subjects are covered from death to Kim Kardashian and from sisterhood to the perfect strawberry frappe.