Once upon a time, I was gallivanting through the pages of a book (a beautiful book by the way), and I ran into this quote: “Love is a million little promises kept.” – Nancy E. Turner. It stopped me in my tracks. For days and hours, I pondered it. And as I pondered, a character came to mind and this little tiny story bloomed from those thoughts.
Elliot opened the faucet, water spilled into the pitcher. He watched his own hands shake as they turned the handle. The skin puckered and soft.
“Anne, you’d never believe the morning I’ve had.” His voice creaked alongside the tired farmhouse. Slow steps carried him to the first plant. He brushed the leaves away to expose dirt, pouring water to the earth.
I dreamed about you again. Running through the woods. Sunshine in your hair.” Elliot filled his own glass with the water, taking a drink. Then, he moved to the next plant. His wife loved them all: snake plants, spiders, hyacinths, so many. Some from him. Some from others. Some she’d purchased.
The kitchen door squeaked. And two arms wrapped around him. He smiled.
“Why do you still water all of mom’s plants? We can find new homes for them. You don’t even like plants.”
“Anne, did, though.”
Happy Monday, my dear ones! May this day bring you new inspiration for the hour, the day, the week, the month!
