Sunday, February 20, 2011

Story-A-Day #101: Overgrowth


OVERGROWTH

She had been away for a week. It wasn't a long trip, not compared to some, but the results were incomprehensible.

She lived the outdoors. Always had. Her recent vacation had been a simple one, camping out in the everglades. She was happy to be away from the drone of mosquitoes, but surprised by watch she found upon her return home.

Usually after a trip, she would return to a house full of wilted plants. As a lover of nature, she liked to maintain as much of a great outdoors vibe inside as out. Her frequent escapes could be detrimental to this, but she had learned that the right combination of plant food and regulated water reservoirs would generally maintain her plants in her absence.

She might have overdone it this time.

Her plants had flourished to the point that there was noticeable humidity in the air. She could almost hear dripping in the corners. It was off.

The plants had taken over, great blooms filling the spaces with color. The ivy had stretched out, wrapping it's tendrils around anything in it's path. She wandered through the green enclosures and noticed entirely new species. How could that be?

In the bedroom a great red bloom, more than a foot in diameter. pulsated. There was a whooshing sound and a cloud of yellow pollen erupted upward.

She felt dizzy. Then she fell to floor in a crippled heap. It didn't make sense. How could they have taken over like this.

She tried to stand, but there was no connection between brain and body. She felt a prickly tendril winding it's way up her calf.

There was a sharp prick in her thigh and with great effort, she managed to cast her gaze down towards her feet. A vine was could tightly around her lower leg.

She watched as a blood red bulb unfurled into a beautiful blossom lined with jagged red barbs. They curled inward and clasped on to her leg.

She could feel a faint auctioning just below the surface of her flesh. She could feel serpentine tendrils crying ever deeper. She felt the wave of inky black wag over her, and then nothing.

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