Plant – A Drabble

Jean veered in the doorway, her watering can at the ready and her brain at ‘panic’. The creases of her pillow still marked her face.
“Come on!” she said to the plant drooping in Professor Pinley’s office. “I barely overslept.”
The upper leaves rose and fell, as if the plant had sighed. “Too late,” it rustled.
“No.” Jean tipped the can over the pot, and the amber liquid splashed against the dry soil. “You’ll drink and survive and not get me expelled.”
The soil swallowed the liquid, and the plant perked up. “Spiced rum?”
Jean nodded.
“You’re safe. This time.”

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About Aheïla

Somewhere in Quebec City, Aheïla works as a Game Design Director by day and writes by night. Known for her blue hair, unyielding dynamism and tasty cooking (quails, anyone?), she’s convinced “prose is the new crack”. She satisfies her addiction daily on The Writeaholic’s Blog and weekly on Games' Bustles View all posts by Aheïla

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