Ramesh had spent months perfecting his flowering plants, using just the right kind of soil and adding the best nutrients and fertilizers. Best of all, he had timed it just perfectly. His plants were magnificent and he was sure everyone would marvel at his skills.
Unfortunately, on the day of the grand bazaar, Ramesh was running significantly late. He had hoped to arrive early enough to get a prime spot to display his plants. But by the time he got there, the only place left was next to a wall far from the center.
And if that wasn’t bad enough, the only chair he could find was one that looked as if it belonged in a kindergarten classroom.
A patient man, Ramesh sat in the tiny chair, smiling as if it was perfectly normal and acceptable.
In the end, though, he got his reward, earning the coveted blue ribbon prize for his plants and selling each and every one.
Overall, it was a fine day for Ramesh.
Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers from Princess Joy.