short fiction · 2026-10-19

Third Watering

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the quiet greenhouse, the gardener pauses between waterings, feeling the weight of each droplet. Ideas are not thirsty for flood, but for the slow seep that reaches the deepest roots. She watches the condensation gather on the glass, a silent promise that moisture returns in its own time. Each breath she takes becomes a mist that settles on the leaves of thought, reminding her that growth is measured not in volume but in the quiet insistence of return.