Angie, who grew up with nothing, hoarded all that she could around her desert home. Her stretch of pale grass became an oasis: a refuge for small skittering legs and dormice in the dark. When her husband left her, she took his old work boot and filled it with rich dirt. The cacti flourished and bloomed in their new pot. Six months later, she looked again at the shoe and it was only the flowers that she saw.
RED GLADIOLA 
Paints a very clear and oddly soothing picture. A little sad too.
Thanks! I’m glad it was vivid. =)
Some joy and some pain… it’s life. Beautiful, as always!
Thank you! Enough time and that pain will heal. =)
Wow! Actually, you capture life through the eyes of a hoarder. I wonder if they see anything of value in all the stuff around them.
Of course. I think like anyone else, there are very precious items, but the rest may be for a sense of security. =)
True.
What a grand wee story!
Glad you think so! ❤
Nice micro fiction!
Thanks! Glad you enjoyed. =)
Hey! I haven’t been around in a while. It’s really great to read your work again. =3 I loved this short bit. So hopeful.
Glad to have you around again. Thanks! ❤
Beautiful 🙂
Thank you! ❤
Lovely- a haiku in prose, each word exactly where it should be, with so much depth and meaning to it all. And what a learning experience..thank you.
I’m glad it spoke to you. *hugs*
Such a great vignette! Thanks for the follow. 🙂
Thank you and it’s great to see you here! ❤