Time for another Monday Mixer and this week I have decided not to be over ambitious and include as many prompts as possible but just the bare minimum of 3.
However I wanted to continue my story from last week, just for the fun of it. So there are at least 3 prompts from last week still lurking around!
I have finally got it to the required 150 words and although I could tweat my words even more I have decided to call it a day and show you what I've got rather than sit here all evening.
His Grandmother held fast to one intrinsic truth - anything would grow given the right conditions.
Her words inspired him as he tirelessly worked in the biodome perfecting the nutrient balance. Elaborate chemical formulae danced in his head to a hypnotic harmony, new shoots flourished producing the most amazing fruit.
The hirsute coconut was the latest of the old world fruits he had successfully grown on the spaceport; it fitted in his hand as comfortably as his precious ocarina.
His two passions had always been his plants and his music.
One lunch time he was idly playing a familiar melody when a strange new chemical reaction took place.
The catalyst was a look, then a tentative smile. Musical notes and symbols collided by chance.
Could anything really grow given the right conditions?
His Grandmother couldn’t keep alive a houseplant in a perfect climate but she was still a wise woman.