Hoof of Venus
She was walking around Pink Lake when she immediately recognized a flower she had only ever seen in books.
A Hoof of Venus
She stepped closer and looked at the flower. She could make out what looked like the imprint of a foot.
Venus’s, she thought.
Then her smile faded.
Love had left long ago.
She looked at the flower again.
Yes, Venus was gone. And yet, the flower was still just as beautiful.
She understood then that she had lost nothing.
Written by Brigitte Nogaro