Prompt: 083. orchids
1. The house was large and immaculate, with polished wood furniture and stainless steel fixtures. Glass bowls and vases held perfectly formed orchids in shades of pink, purple, and blue.
A. The house was large and immaculate, with polished wood furniture and stainless steel fixtures. Glass bowls and vases held perfectly formed orchids in shades of pink, purple, and blue. It was a dream home ripped straight from a magazine.
And every look around made her want to throw her head back and scream: “Let me go home, you monster!” But she held her silence, with a bitter heart.
She dreamed of being home again. Of her mother’s smile and her brother’s laugh. Yet always she awoke in this prison, with her perfect clothes and her lovely hair and the stifling loneliness and ever growing despair.
2. He tended to the prize-winning orchids with endless patience and care. Their heady perfume put him in a daze he had no desire to break from.
A. He tended to the prize-winning orchids with endless patience and care. Their heady perfume put him in a daze he had no desire to break from. It was in these moments that he allowed himself to fantasize about being someone else; someone without all of his cares and responsibilities.
He would mist the velvet petals and putter around the greenhouse. Nobody else was allowed inside, and it was relief. He needed the time with his own thoughts, away from all the grasping desires and thunderous voices of people refusing to leave him alone.
3. The presents were elegantly wrapped in orchid print paper and silk ribbon.
A. The presents were elegantly wrapped in orchid print paper and silk ribbon. They rested on the table with the wedding invitations and car keys. The bags had been packed and stacked near the door. They had readied everything for their trip. Yet they were still home.
She stood next to the couch, trying not to loom over him, but unable to tear her eyes away from his face. “You can’t keep doing this. We RSVP’d. Everyone is expecting us.”
He wrapped his arms tighter around himself and sunk further into the couch. His eyes were shamefully focused on his feet. “I’m sorry. I swear that I am.”
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