Written: by the window
Powered by: sauvignon blanc
Inspired by: my real life mystery flower box plant (pictured above)
It grew from the flowerbox outside the window that she never had planted, must have been left by the people before her, she didn’t expect it would last long in the heat. Light green, like it had been developed in a laboratory, synthetic in its vibrancy, over weeks the stalk continued to thicken and the leaves drooped off of it like a floppy-eared puppy, twittering excitedly in the rare moments of breeze. Occasionally she would take a break from writing and stretch, twisting in her chair to face the window and jump at the sight of it, watching her. Then she would smile and reassure herself, oh it’s just her little flowerbox buddy, it’s just her muse, reminding her that no matter where her writing takes her she is never alone.