Hi. I hope everyone had a Happy Halloween. Enjoy! I don't usually write in present tense, but it seems to have worked okay with this one; what do you think?

Pomona senses someone in the greenhouse, an icy, polite presence that's too quiet to be ignored. She turns around, "Oh, it's you," she says; in her head, the words are bright and cheerful, but on her lips they come out dull and flat. "Here're the mandrakes for you; the little blighters will be ready for stewing in no time." She offers a little smile, but doesn't make eye contact. Their fingers brush as she hands over the pot; it takes everything she has not to linger, not to reach out and clasp those clean, soft hands in her calloused, soil-lined ones. But then, she's gone. She's got what she came for and now she's left. Pomona sighs, walks to the other end of the greenhouse, the choice spot with the most sunlight, and gently waters a pot of bright red flowers, remembering.

Thanks so much for reading! Any and all insight is welcome, so please, please review.