Venus Flytrap

My man is blind. But everyone says I’m lucky, because he’s still a famously handsome man. He gave me a pebble, so I grew a Venus flytrap for him. With his back to me, he trembled as he told me he’d had a terrifying dream. I gently patted his back and looked at his grotesquely twisted face in the mirror. “You really shouldn’t water Venus flytraps too much!” I said tenderly.