candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
Flora looks up as the warmth in the orangery settles into something fuller, steadier, her attention lifting from leaf and stem to the quiet certainty of Rae’s presence among the living green. She meets the nod with one of her own, simple and unshowy, the corners of her mouth softening as the acknowledgement lands without ceremony. "Thank you," she says, quietly and sincerely, because nothing more is required.
When the presence recedes and the air returns to its familiar, sunlit ease, Flora exhales, the breath leaving her slow and unguarded, relief loosening something she had been holding since the work began. The plants remain, thriving and patient, and she stands among them for a moment longer, grounded and content in the knowledge that what needed doing has been done.
~FIN
When the presence recedes and the air returns to its familiar, sunlit ease, Flora exhales, the breath leaving her slow and unguarded, relief loosening something she had been holding since the work began. The plants remain, thriving and patient, and she stands among them for a moment longer, grounded and content in the knowledge that what needed doing has been done.
~FIN
