“What is that plant doing in my crystal bowl?” Joanna screamed. “Remove it from that bowl immediately!”
“Jeez, Joanna, relax,” Frank said. “I need something to put the plant in for a few days until the planter I ordered from Amazon arrives.”
“That crystal bowl has been in my family for three generation,” Joanna said. “It’s not for plants.”
“Well, what’s it for, then?” Frank asked. “I’ve never seen anything in this bowl other than an accumulation of dust.”
“It’s for show,” Joanna said.
“Great,” Frank said. “Then let it show my plant some love for a few days.”
(99 words)
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
This, That, and the Other 
Indeed, show the love……….
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I used to collect things, I would not say that I was a hoarder, but I had thousands of baseball cards and all of these different coins. At least I was not collecting human heads in my refrigerator like Idi Amin.
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You tell the story nicely through the dialogue. I somehow feel that Frank’s final comment, that he thinks is the clincher, will prove less persuasive than he hopes. Joanna will make him use the take-away carton from Friday that she washed out “just in case it will come in useful!”
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I can think of multiple ways in which it will end badly for Frank and the plant.
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😏
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Well, my Crystal would say, “I gather dust, therefore I am”. Nice story.
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Thanks.
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Makes sense to me 🙂
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People have very strange emotional connections to big, gaudy crystal bowls. You put things in them!
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