Alexander stopped pulling the cart in order to catch his breath. The slim man’s shoulders seemed to droop and he coughed, the sound clogged by the phlegm of a lingering cold. He wasn’t exactly built for being a gardener. As much as he loved caring for plants and watching them grow; when he had to cart piles of good soil and plants around it wore him out terribly. Alex wiped the sweat from his brow, crouching down on the pavement. He had considered giving it up, but then he the guilt got to him. His father had been a gardener and so Alex had to be one too, nevermind that he could hardly manage the demanding job.
He stood again, grabbed hold of the cart and began to pull once more. What he wouldn’t give to just be at home reading right now. But bills had to be paid. He wasn’t going to survive a second without some sort of income.
∞ Life Dust ∞
The location of Dust journals, RPs, some events and quests.
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