porkyandthemob

In the spring the stalks began to grow high. Originally there was only one, but Pam had five more planted. She loved them. She liked other kinds of flowers, but these were her favorite. The golden petals, the dark brown centers, there was no comparison for Pam. All day long she would take care of them. She would water them and give them plant food. But mostly she would sit and talk to them. She didn’t have a choice, but if she did she would still be there. Pam sat in her rocking chair. Her oxygen tank leaned on the railing. It made soft clicks as it fed the plastic tubes that ran up to Pam’s nose. The stocks by now were large. The flowers on top ranged from 6 inches to 18 inches across. Beautiful, they swayed gently with the wind.