Flash Fiction: The Plant

My little plant sat pretty in the crystal vase. It was my present on my tenth birthday. I loved it and named it Greenie, naming it after the single green leaf it had. It sat in the kitchen, silently observing what happened inside my house.

It wordlessly observed my family, every day. A bit too keenly. I can swear that that Greenie tilted ever-so-slightly towards my parents’ voices as when they squabbled. Its growth accelerated with the increasing tiffs between them.

I just got back from school now. Greenie has flowered. Deep red flowers, which were not there today morning.

 


Word Count: 100

Written in response to Friday Fictioneers 25 May 2018

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