truth and denial

Denial went walking through the woods, clutching something tightly in her hand. Truth saw her and asked, "What is it that you're carrying?"

"It's a rose," she answered. "The most beautiful you've ever seen." She unfolded her fingers to show Truth, who looked down to see a fistful of dried petals and a palm bloodied by thorns. 

Truth looked at Denial, whose eyes shone bright with pride. "Isn't it perfect?" she sighed. He smiled at her sadly.

"It was once," said Truth, "but now it's just painful. Why don't you let it go so you can heal?" 

Denial laughed and shook her head. "Oh, it doesn't hurt it all! Besides, it's very special. It's the only one of its kind."

Truth watched as she wandered off, her eyes still fastened upon the dead thing she held. So absorbed was she that she nearly bumped into Opportunity, who had come strolling along. But she didn't see him or hear him - or notice when he tipped his hat hello.