CACTUS
Prompt - Cactus : Write from the viewpoint of a cactus - what's it like to live in the dessert (sic) or have a prickly personality?
A window sill? The fucking kitchen window sill? Behind a bloody figurine of a rictus bearing 'jolly' baker? What's the point in having me if you're going to stick me out of sight? These people don't deserve anything as beautiful, timeless and elegant as me.
Yes, I do like the heat, so I suppose sticking me next to the boiler is their unthinking way of making me feel at home. But it's a dry heat I crave, not one laden with fat molecules and nasty nutrients that are alien to my system. And who gets to see me here, appreciate me? We're way up high so it isn't going to be anyone outside, unless there are cacti-fancying pigeons out there. And I'm cut off from admirers indoors, both by that inane fat pottery woman, and being in a room where visitors rarely stray.
So why have me? At all? I mean, if you're going to take home something as lovely as me you better have thought out how to show me off to best advantage. No wonder I'm coming over all prickly.
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