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When Eliot wakes up an unknown amount of hours later, the rain is clattering against the windows and his tomatoes have gone completely to hell.
He tries to salvage what he can, carrying the pot inside immediately and placing it on the kitchen counter. First, he carefully pours the excess water that is still standing on the soil into the sink. Then he gently takes the plant out of the pot, places it on a bed of old towels he keeps for exactly this kind of emergency, and starts removing the soaking wet soil from around the roots, only keeping the barest minimum of compost intact.
It’s a task that requires focus and steady hands, and Eliot can feel his breathing slow down as he works. The soft rustle of the tomato leaves as he brushes past them, the dark brown smell of the earth that lands in the bowl next to him with a damp, heavy thud is soothing. As he finishes, filling up the pot with new, fresh, dry soil and places the tomato plant into it, he is almost relaxed enough to smile.
He’s not sure they will be fine; he might have been too late, because the leaves are still disturbingly yellow and drooping. But it’s all he can do for now. When he’s done, he brushes the fallen earth into a dustpan, dumps it into the thrash and takes the tomatoes back outside. The sky is blue and cloudless, warmth already seeping into his skin even at 7am. It should be a sunny day; hopefully that will be enough to get them going again.

And then he gets himself dressed and goes out to kill a decorated US Army General.

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Foaly schreef:

Was ook met een knipoog hoor

Roos04 schreef:

Ik kom ook even meelezen! Leuk om te lezen dat er hier nog zoveel mensen een boek aan het schrijven zijn of dat willen gaan doen. Ik heb zelf een boek geschreven en uitgegeven in eigen beheer.