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MASH 3-sentence ficathon ficlets part 4
I was going to wait to post this until I had some more, but it's looking like I've about run to the end of my 3 sentence inspiration, at least for now. (Although this one is a bit more than 3 sentences.)
For housekeeping purposes, in the last couple of days I've gone back through the previous entries and
a) put the individual fics under labeled cuts so you can choose which ones to expand and not have them clutter up your whole rlist
b) renumbered them sequentially from the beginning, since I didn't realize I was going to be doing quite so many of these when I started, and
c) retagged them with 3 sentence ficathon tag, where you can now find them all neatly organized (along with those past years when I did this)
15.
https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/5030.html?thread=9448870#cmt9448870
Any, Any, Too many houseplants.
Houseplants had never been on Margaret's radar, even remotely, as a thing she wanted or needed. She had known a few military wives and nurses, over the years, who insisted on bringing favored plants with them as they moved from post to post, and had always felt that it was stupidly frivolous; there was nothing less suited to a mobile lifestyle than something alive that needed constant care.
But she hadn't expected her first civilian apartment of her entire life to feel so empty and sterile, without the hustle and excitement of camp life that she had known for so long. Then one of her new co-workers gave her a plant; she didn't know the name of it, but it had bright purple flowers and really livened up that corner of the windowsill. So she went to a plant store -- a nursery, she hadn't even known the proper name -- and bought it a friend, and then another one.
She gradually found that she was noticing plants wherever she went. She started asking their names, and finding places around her apartment for new ones, not just ones that she bought but -- as her coworkers and new friends learned that she liked plants -- she was gifted new ones as well, or given plants by departing nurses. She found to her dismay that having her plants die was actually distressing, and she began to approach the challenge of learning about their care with the same attentiveness that she would have learned a new drug regimen. She started finding it fun and exciting to pick up a new plant with specialized needs and learn how to meet them.
The warm green smell of her apartment reminded her a little of Korea, but not in a bad way. It was starting to smell like home.
For housekeeping purposes, in the last couple of days I've gone back through the previous entries and
a) put the individual fics under labeled cuts so you can choose which ones to expand and not have them clutter up your whole rlist
b) renumbered them sequentially from the beginning, since I didn't realize I was going to be doing quite so many of these when I started, and
c) retagged them with 3 sentence ficathon tag, where you can now find them all neatly organized (along with those past years when I did this)
15.
https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/5030.html?thread=9448870#cmt9448870
Any, Any, Too many houseplants.
Houseplants had never been on Margaret's radar, even remotely, as a thing she wanted or needed. She had known a few military wives and nurses, over the years, who insisted on bringing favored plants with them as they moved from post to post, and had always felt that it was stupidly frivolous; there was nothing less suited to a mobile lifestyle than something alive that needed constant care.
But she hadn't expected her first civilian apartment of her entire life to feel so empty and sterile, without the hustle and excitement of camp life that she had known for so long. Then one of her new co-workers gave her a plant; she didn't know the name of it, but it had bright purple flowers and really livened up that corner of the windowsill. So she went to a plant store -- a nursery, she hadn't even known the proper name -- and bought it a friend, and then another one.
She gradually found that she was noticing plants wherever she went. She started asking their names, and finding places around her apartment for new ones, not just ones that she bought but -- as her coworkers and new friends learned that she liked plants -- she was gifted new ones as well, or given plants by departing nurses. She found to her dismay that having her plants die was actually distressing, and she began to approach the challenge of learning about their care with the same attentiveness that she would have learned a new drug regimen. She started finding it fun and exciting to pick up a new plant with specialized needs and learn how to meet them.
The warm green smell of her apartment reminded her a little of Korea, but not in a bad way. It was starting to smell like home.