Writing Session: "The Plant People"
Please keep in mind this is an early draft. I wrote all of this *today*. The story will be revised numerous times, with all errors corrected, before it will be considered finished.
The next morning, I brought mom a half gallon of milk and a couple grapefruits. Her apartment was suspiciously quiet.
“Ma, you awake?” I called out, thinking surely she wasn’t still sleeping. She rarely ever slept past seven. “I brought you some milk. Want me to make you some oatmeal?”