In June, she was a vision.
Straight, even rows of tiny, green shoots reaching toward the sun.
In July, she blossomed from summer rains. A familiar anticipation began to set in.
Then came August, and she was ripe with bounty.
Now, the fruits of our labor realized, we both rest.
Susan Gale Wickes is a writer, and a first-time gardener, from Indiana.
Chlorophyll implants had been a mistake. Jailbreaking them probably hadn’t helped either.
Leaves sprouted all over my body. Hair fell away like dead foliage as pink flowers started blossoming out of my skull.
When I first noticed, I was rooted to the spot.
How long before that was literally true?
William Shaw is a student, blogger, and amateur journalist. You can follow him on Tumblr at themadmanwithablog.tumblr.com or on Twitter at @Will_S_7.