Dossier Nineteen

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Henrietta is cradling a small potted plant protectively against her chest, looking back and forth as though someone might appear to take it from her. Quietly, she tells it,]

I'll take you back later, after I talk to him, okay? I know there's no sun, but we'll find someplace nice. I promise.

Comments

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Do you not like plants?

[humanwaterdemon.livejournal.com]

Well, they pale into insignificance against other things... Such as ice.