During a Storm

Round. Perfect. He caressed them and enjoyed their smooth surface.

‘So young,’ he said, and the rain pelted against the glass roof and walls. ‘Don’t worry, my pretty ones, it won’t get in here. I’ll protect you.’

A flash of light and he threw up his arms to protect his identity from any pictures taken. It was followed by a loud rumble and he snickered.

‘They won’t fool me my pretties.’

Then something smashed through the roof and they were showered with clear razor shards. He covered the plant with his body, shielding it from the worst assault. When only ordinary rain fell, he staggered. Giggled. Held up a red hand in front of the tomatoes.

‘Look,’ he fell to his knees, ‘my hands are of your colour.’

Then his face connected with the flagstones.

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  1. Were you inspired by the sequencing of the tomato genome? :oD
    Thanks for sharing these gems!

  2. Quirky, creepy and humorous…can’t go wrong with a combination like this 🙂

  3. infernalmorality

     /  June 4, 2012

    Reblogged this on infernalmorality and commented:
    Pure genius.

  4. I like your writing style.


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