December 16th, 2011



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Elke was not surprised when she spotted Regina at the flea market, only that Regina already seemed to be on the way out, a wooden box with brass fitting wedged under her arm and a self-satisfied smile spread across her face.

“Am I that late? You found something already?”

“Oh yes, I got lucky.” Regina looked Elke up and down. “If you just arrived, how about we meet next weekend?” Usually they went to have tea together if they found each other at a flea market, to show off whatever they had found. “There’s at least one stand with books that might interest you. And this will look better with a bit of polish.”

“All right.” Elke thought it unusual for Regina to not launch into a monologue about her purchase, but if the other woman wanted to make it a big surprise, why not?

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  • Чт, 14:07: This is way cute. Also unhygienic.
  • Чт, 14:14: RT @caffyrelf: Working from home: a catalogue of self-bribes and small insanities.
  • Чт, 15:35: RT @GLValentine: Everybody, seriously. A "sneak peek" is an advance look. A "sneak peak" is a mountain that crept up surreptitiously. Okay?
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  • Пт, 05:38: good morning, already, again
  • Пт, 06:00: A book about making books about making books? Somehow the term "circle wank" comes to my mind.
  • Пт, 07:43: I wonder how many potential #ebook sales self-published authors lose by only providing links to Amazon, or Amazon and B&N.
  • Пт, 07:44: If and ebook is available on smashwords, I'd appreciate a link, because I can actually buy it there in a format I can use.
  • Пт, 08:02: Hey, folks, could you please link to actual posts rather than stumble upon frames with blog posts containing only excerpts and a link?
  • Пт, 08:03: I mean, getting links to blog posts that consist of nothing but an excerpt of someone else's post and a link there is already annoying.
  • Пт, 08:11: I think I may be grumpy today. Should take a break from Twitter and stuff for a bit.
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Persistent Growth

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The first time morning glory grew right through the wall into Rina’s bedroom was almost funny. Sometimes she let it grow up the bar of a shelf, which did not take long, before ripping it out. The blooms were pretty, and unlike potted plants did not require her watering.

Rina was still relieved when she moved to a different flat, without plants growing through the walls. At least there had not been any in the first week. Morning glory must really like me, she thought, when the first thing she saw after waking up was the tip of a twine climbing up the wall. Since the landlord was unresponsive, she closed the cracks they grew through herself with putty — repeatedly, since the morning glory always found a way around it.

When one spring morning she woke up with morning glory tendrils wrapped around her arms, she had enough, and started looking for another place to stay. Ridiculous, fleeing from flowers, but apparently “grows like a weed” had some basis in fact

She was lucky: a few of her friends had been considering buying a house, if they could find someone else to live in and pay rent. Rina jumped at the opportunity, under the condition of getting a bedroom well above ground level.

Living with friends worked out better than she thought, which she blamed on not having to share a room. It improved her social life immensely having people around to talk to.

The persistent morning glory turned into a joke. It turned into something else when her friends found her body, strangled by a flower.

Based on the prompts "Growth" by Batsy and "Spooky plants" by Ellen Million. Special thanks to Keffy

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