ebonyfeather

primeval100

Flower

Matt sat at his desk, staring at a plant in a little brown pot in front of him, a single purple flower nestled among the green leaves.

Becker watched through the window, concerned. Matt had been fine this morning but then he saw the flower. Since then he’d shut himself in his office, staring silently at the plant. Eventually, Becker went inside.

“Matt?” he asked. “Why did seeing that upset you?”

“It didn’t,” Matt told him. “My dad gave it to me just before he died; it’s never flowered before. It’s pretty.”

“It is,” Becker agreed, sitting down beside him.