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poinsettia
Word Count : 243
Rating : Gen
Mohinder jumped as he heard a knock at the door. It had been three weeks, well, 22 days, since anyone had visited him. He picked up a kitchen knife which was too blunt to really do any harm, and crept towards the front door of the loft.
He ran possibilities through his mind. Could it be HRG? Peter? He tensed and watched his hand tremble. With one hand on the door handle he twisted fast and held the knife high.
As the door swung open to reveal no-one, Mohinder let the knife drop. He ducked out of the doorway, looked left and right, and finally stepped back inside. He was sure he heard a knock….
Just as he was about to slam the door he saw a flash of red. Mohinder looked down to see a poinsettia in an earthenware pot, sat on the doorstep. He picked the plant up and did a second check for any visitor. No-one.
Mohinder brought the flower inside and kicked the door shut. He set it down on the kitchen counter and read the card. He immediately knew who it was from…
“It is commonly believed that poinsettias are toxic. The misconception has led to many avoiding contact with the flower. However, only aggressive contact with the plant can cause harm to humans. In truth, the flower provides more pleasure than pain, and is known as the ‘Christmas Star’ for its beauty and resistance to harsh conditions.”