She had a very strange love affair with succulents. It actually said a lot about her and her view of relationships and commitments; the less work involved the better.
It was a good thing for both of them. It actually accommodated him and his inability to not be absent.
Work. The job meant he accumulated an absorbent amount of frequent-flyer miles, which translated into long stints with equally long distances away from her.
A little water for her plants and they thrived. A little bit of his presence and their fledging relationship seemed to be…perfect.
She seemed perfect.
Seemed was the keyword, because when he was around too long she became as prickly as the cacti she hardly watered.
He took a candid look at her as she filled her watering can. She caught him in the act and offered a delicious smile. It was filled with innocent sweetness and sunshine, just enough to ruffle his feathers in a good way.
She rested her hand upon his cheek and eased her lips gently against his before showering her plants with equal attention. The flavor of her lingered on his lips; tender, tasty, juicy.
Succulent, just what he needed.
*I hope you enjoyed my results for Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt June 20th, 2016. To see the original prompt and rules, click HERE.
~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!