Words: 250
Item: Parsley
It was sunrise, I woke up in a bed I was not familiar with. Oh, it was the new house I had purchased the day before, paperwork had finally been done and I could start to inhabit this luxurious mansion. Airhead, oh I was, forgetful too, I still had not even inform my parents about my new home. I called them, they were very delighted, I hung up, I felt like I had forgotten something about the home. Oh right, I had now a garden.
I got up, stretched, and headed to the garden that I had never seen before, the place had been barricaded, the former owners said that it would be a surprise, a generous gift to thank the person who would buy it, I was told that it would amaze me.
I walked up to the door leading to the garden and slowly opened it, and then I saw, it. They were right about one thing; it did surprise me. The garden that I had dreamed Edenic, was right before my eyes.
To be exact, there was only a rectangle of grass, but, at its center, there was it. Ludicrous, was the word they spoke when I told them about the garden the same evening. But to me, it was the opposite, because in my garden, albeit a bit empty, was standing the sacred object, more precious to me than holy scriptures to the monk. It was just there for me to behold. What? A single parsley.