The office plant
I’m just a usual office plant. I hear, feel, understand people more than they believe. I listen to their conversation all the time. I would listen to my fellow plants conversation but sadly , the other ones were removed or died - less of CO2 and water I guess. It made me sad … but such is life. I guess I am the last one here, so let’s make this story count, as well.
I saw many people. Many who couldn’t say a word, many who was constantly looking at the CCTV, many, who took notes, many, who cursed once the signature pen was out of ink, many who was told to wait, many who was put on hold… but no one really saw me. I was just there, in the background, observing, silently.
Now they’re carrying me away. I can hardly breathe, my leaves are yellow, I know where I’m going, I will be dumped in the trash soon. What is death like? Will i still hear that smooth woman’s voice saying the numbers? Number 4 29 at counter 15. Number 5 32 number 6 33 at counter number 5 at counter number 8. It doesn’t matter. It’s my number at last and I’m leaving too.
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