Applepoisoneer
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 2, 2016
Pamela Isley sat near the window of the rundown old house she had found near the toxic waste dumping site. No one bothered her out here, but on the other hand, it was hard to get anything to grow, even with the addition of the greenhouse room. Although it had certainly helped, it was still basically just a glass patio. The old greenhouse where she'd operated had burnt down only a few weeks before, and she was still feeling the effects of such a major loss of plant life, especially life that she had cultivated with her own two hands. It was like loosing several children all at once.
The redhead sat against the sill with a potted aloe plant in her lap, affectionately stroking the thick, gel-filled leaves and spines. She was so dupet, she hardly noticed the other woman who shared her home with her.
The redhead sat against the sill with a potted aloe plant in her lap, affectionately stroking the thick, gel-filled leaves and spines. She was so dupet, she hardly noticed the other woman who shared her home with her.