Flash Fiction: Pearl Dew
She breathed in the fresh air. On her planet, there was fresh air everywhere, especially early in the morning.
She walked down the hill to her family's farm. She worked there most of her time, along with her sisters and brothers. They sold flowers to the whole village.
It was their job to make people happy. She liked to deliver the flowers on her bike, riding around the town. She closed her eyes, feeling the droplets form on her face turning into little white pearls.
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