Great American Sentence #1

Honorable Mention 1 of 2 – Easy Street Magazine’s “Great American Sentence Contest”

The rest of the overflowing rows in her greenhouse were fragrant and hale – broad butter lettuce leaves, chlorophyll carrot tops, indestructible daisies – but the epidendrum porpax was dead, and as Scarlet cupped her hands around the molded dirt that held the tiny plant’s useless roots, she mourned yet another failure to nurture something beautiful, to protect something fragile.