Today's writing prompt is:
A houseplant is dying. Tell it why it needs to live.
Jenny looked at the dying Snake Plant in front of her. “Please don’t die. You are supposed to be indestructible! I’ve loved you, watered you, why are you dying on me?” The plant of course, didn’t reply.
This was no ordinary plant to Jenny, this was the only thing left that she had some control over, the last thing before everything in her life collapsed, or so it seemed. In the past two months she had lost her job, her boyfriend had left her and now her landlord was threatening eviction if she didn’t make up her payments.
Everything that Jenny touched lately seemed to crumble away. Her world had shrunk down piece by piece until suddenly; the only thing that she felt that she still had control over was that goddamn Snake Plant that her mother had bought her. Now even that was dying.
Jenny wheedled and cajoled the plant over the coming days to revive; convincing herself that if the plant made it, so could she. The plant ignored her and got worse by the day, with its now brown and black leaves falling all over the old carpet.
By day five Jenny had given up. The plant was showing no signs of recovery. She started packing boxes up around it, readying herself for the move back to her parent’s place. She didn’t know what road lay ahead of her but couldn’t see anything good.
On moving day, Jenny was carrying the last box out of her apartment when something small and green caught her eye. Hidden near the centre of the plant was a small green shoot. New life amidst all the decay.
The plant went into the box and Jenny left the apartment with a small smile on her face. Maybe things would work out after all.
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