‘You don’t get much sun there,’ he says to the plant.
The plant is sitting on the shelf by his desk.
‘Why don’t we put you by the window?’
The plant doesn’t answer.
He picks up the pot and places it on the windowsill. The sun dances through the green leaves and x-rays the veins within.
‘That’s better, isn’t it?’ he says, and takes a sip of his coffee. His hand on the desk feels the low hum of the engine.
‘Where shall we go today?’ he asks the plant, looking out the window at the glittering cosmos beyond.
Paddy Dobson
4th May 2022