on Nov 4th, 2008Everything gets recycled
Rose was a rose. She worked in the gamma arboretum and everyone loved her. The gamma arboretum was home of the old growth experiments. Rose was the senior worker in the gamma arboretum and was the third most senior in the whole arboretum system. Unlike command or maintenance, the arboretum wasn’t fully staffed 24 hours a day. Plants, especially the old growth of gamma arboretum. Rose was always working before alpha shift started and always stayed after the shift ended. Most people just thought that Rose really loved her job. A few people knew there was more to it than that. The two people over Rose and a few of the officers knew that Rose was offered more responsibility and turned it down. All she wanted was to run her little area. Even fewer people knew how sick she was.
Martha was young and talented, she just joined gamma arboretum and she was one of the few people who knew how sick Rose was. Martha was sent to gamma arboretum to eventually become Rose’s replacement. Six months passed and Martha had taken over many of the day to day operations of running gamma arboretum and the two became fast friends. One evening before leaving Martha saw Rose sitting next to one of the plant beds and Martha could have sworn she was talking to the plants. Rose spoke up.
“I know you are there Martha, I want you to do something for me. This arboretum, look after it. I imagine you know I am sick and I know they sent you to take over for me. So I want you to look at it for me.”
Martha responded, “Of course I will.”
“Good, this is my family and I need someone I can trust to watch after them.”
“I will look after the plants and trees for you Rose.”
“Oh, it isn’t the plants and trees I care about. This is my family, my life, my husband, my parents, my brother and my son. Watch after them for me.”
“Rose, I don’t understand. The plants aren’t actually your family, they are just plants.”
Rose picked up a hand full of soil, she let it fall between her fingers. “No, not the trees and plants my dear. The soil.”
Martha was left speechless
“Everything gets recycled Martha, everything gets recycled.”
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Oh, a most excellent twist, m’dearest.
Such a delight to read!!!
Rose rocks.
Thank you.