Motes danced in the morning’s first sweltering rays. Hektor savoured two plain, poached eggs, resolving to take some home one day.
His mind’s eye showed his home’s rituals, worlds away, mrul-filled bowls steaming. He smelled its comforting decadence.
Outside, planting seedlings, Hektor trained his mind toward his Earthen students, out too, exploring, growing.
He smiled. Like sprouts, humans also need their sunlight.
Then, his mind darkened.
Something distant, unseen, entered the atmosphere.
His pot crashed on pavement.
Stranded among a world of human sprouts, Hektor gathered the broken pot…
…and got to work.
© 2021 Rebecca Glaessner
May 20, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about naked gardening. Is it the veggies or the gardener who is naked? Go where the prompt leads!
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