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The leaves: Dusty red and dusty green, curling on the sides, cluttering each other. The pot, simply plastic, hidden in a torn knot of colored foil haste.

He pressed it into her arms before he left for good.

"Moving!" He declared weeks ago, grinning. "Tallahassee."

Her best friend. Not more, though sometimes...a little more. Only when the saddest winds blew through her was he more.

She got a warm embrace, and a deep, pressing gaze which spoke, and a kiss on the cheek. Then, he was gone.

And now, she had this plant. It, too, was left. She watered it.

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    Drew Martyn almost 5 years ago

    Poignant, beautiful and flows effortlessly. Really touched me, cheers Ceil

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    Brenda Gornick almost 5 years ago

    I enjoyed this! With very little, you painted an entire experience. :) (Saw your tweet and followed the link!)

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    Ceil Kessler almost 5 years ago

    Thanks for the comments!

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    Iarwain Olofsson almost 4 years ago

    A heart for a plant ... what a trade.
    Well written, too.

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    Neville Hunt over 2 years ago

    2 years late, Ceil, but I love it. Beautifully crafted to make the reader fill in lots of blanks. Great stuff.

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