The Old People’s Plant

house plant

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

He was smart enough not to say that out loud because his wife had just put the planter on their kitchen table.

“So what do you think?”

She’d asked a question almost as bad as “Do these pants make me look fat?”

He decided to take a risk. “I like the crystal, but I’m not sure about using it for a planter.”

“Me either. Karen gave it to me while she’s having her kitchen remodeled. Not really my style.”

He registered an internal sigh of relief. “Yes, we’re older, but we’re not that old yet.”

I wrote this for the Rochelle Wisoff-Fields flash fiction challenge. The idea is to use the photo above as the prompt for crafting a piece of flash fiction no more than 100 words long. My word count is 100.

It looked to “ordinary” for me to think of anything besides a “slice of life” piece. No research involved.

To read other stories based on the prompt, visit InLinkz.com.

44 thoughts on “The Old People’s Plant

    • Thanks, Iain. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve continually revised what “Old” means to me. When I was 40, I thought 60 was old. Now that I’m past 60, it doesn’t seem old at all. Now 80 seems old.

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    • I think we have a few smaller ones around that my wife acquired from her aunt. In the right context, they can be decorative, but I’m not sure I could stand a really large one with a plant in it.

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