The Farmer squats beside his plant, the only one that he managed to keep to himself.
“I can make you grow, big and strong, I know it. I just have to work the soil right.”
He sticks his hands into the earth, squeezing the dry soil between soft fingers.
“That’s right, grow. I can force you with my mind. I am the tomato,” the Farmer tells the fern he’s caressing, “I will make you grow.”
Men in white coats approach him silently.
“Patient 4664 escaped his room again.” Without another word, they dragged the former farmer back to his room.
Mike Arnzen almost 2 years ago
Hahah... clever!
Jamie Clapperton about 1 year ago
Thanks for the chuckle and glad you are on drablr Mr Stypula. Love the title.