Water For The Dying Flower: 1

Terry's flower showed its first petal. Very proud, he kept on knocking the bed above her. "Ben, look"

All his roommates moved near him except Ben. It's five in the morning but the room was already lit.

The reddish guy said, "Do you know what day it is?"

"Don't mind that, Ralph. Don't ruin this moment for my Cheeky Daisy. After three weeks of... She lives. Oh, I can't wait for the second petal. You know what's weird, normal flowers' petals grow and open together. I guess a flower can be special too."

"Fine. My Bossy Rosy died yesterday."

Everyone groaned.

"We're sorry to hear that."

Ben woke up and said, "I am sorry, Terry. I am really really sorry."

"No worries, Ben, it's okay. All I care for today is my Cheeky Daisy."

"Aren't you scared?"

"Cheeky Daisy is thirsty."

"Are you really okay?"

"I guess she'll die if I pee on her."

"Is your family visiting?"

Everyone was silent.

After their lunch, Cheeky Daisy lost her petal. Ben saw it happened. He made sure that before Terry enter the room, the flower was hidden in the cabinet he owned.

"Where's Cheeky Daisy?" Terry stared at Ben, who was alone in the room. The others, hearing Terry's loud question, entered the room in a second.

"I am sorry. Really, really sorry," Ben sat on the three-foot cabinet. "You know, they said, heaven is a happy place."

"Where's -" Terry screamed, veins showing on his temples.

Liza, the prison guard, rushed in. Everyone walked fast to their beds.

"Eight years, I understand," she started to play her thick stick. "But each of you have been here for twenty years."

"Twenty-four," said the reddish guy proudly. "The longest here."

"Shut up, Alberto, no one asked," Liza turned to Terry, who was biting his toe nails. "And you, Terry. It's -" She glanced on her wristwatch twice to make sure. "It's one. Two hours more of waiting and you'll be at peace. Be ready."

She turned to Ben with a smile, "And you too, Ben. Two more hours."