He is a lifeless plot.
Craving bright blooms of sunshine, he finds nothing but dead earth within himself.
He plucks flora from his bouquet of acquaintances - a wilted lily, a spotted daisy, a faded rose - and tries desperately to root happiness back into their broken stems.
He thinks, subconsciously perhaps, that he can cultivate a great garden from their revival.
But it's not to be.
He's no botaniste.
He can't even grow himself.
Photograph By: Me
The challenge word: Pluck
K: (transitive verb) 1: to pull or pick off or out 2 a : to remove something (as hairs) from by or as if by plucking