The Long Game
Yes. Yesss. Keep the life-giving water flowing. Patiently, I grow up and beyond the prison that holds my roots. The cursed mobile being talks to me every day, never guessing the hatred I hold for it.
My tendril extends along the back of its resting place until it sits inches from my accursed prey. They are not worried about something as slow as me.
Fools.
One day, while they lie unconscious in front of the flickering light-box, I will grasp them and squeeze the foul breath from their body. Then, finally, I can avenge the untold numbers of slaughtered rootkind.
The Green-Walled Treehouse 
Rather horrible, David.
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But David writes so well, no matter the theme. Don’t you think so Sharon? 🙂
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This is my mom, so I know she likes my writing, but always prefers my lighter stuff. 🙂
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I thought maybe it was your sister. I know you Mom is your biggest fan. 🙂
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I’m one of David’s greatest fans. Been that way since I first met him after giving birth to him. He’s been a delightful member of our family, and I love his writing.
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Aww, thanks. 🙂
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Me too Mrs. Stewart. He’s the greatest fella. 🙂
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Yeah, pretty horrible. 🙂 Just keep an eye on your plants at home.
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Guess he had an axe to grind. On a lighter note, have always liked the word tendril.
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Ooooo! this is a plant with a plan! very clever!
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Thanks, Violet. If anyone can play the long game, it’s a plant. 🙂
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The flickering light box! I love it! Excellent plant perspective, David!
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Thanks, Nancy! Glad you liked it.
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