Green fingers by @neilsehmbhy (146 Words)

Naomi washed her muddy hands in the kitchen sink smiling.  
A wren struggled against the blustery wind by her newly planted rose bushes. Soon the soil would be nutrient rich allowing birds to flock and feast on worms.

The over-burdened clouds finally broke ,spilling their contents onto the parched land.
Relieved at missing the torrent she brewed some tea, listening to the distant rumble of thunder. 
Its vibrations rattled deep inside her.

The thick pellets of rain fell heavily, slaking her gardens thirst. 

Reaching into a cupboard Naomi retrieved a hidden packet of chocolate bourbons. 

How many years had it been since she had been allowed to eat what she wanted? 

Picking up her pot of tea she switched off the light and moved into the living room.

Whilst raindrops splattered the garden outside, lightning illuminated the sky revealing an outstretched hand bursting from the earth.

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