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.

Blind, disconnected.

Utterly naked.

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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        1. It’s the same for us all, I’m sure. We are mere humans, doing our best. His kind however, I’m curious to see where it leads him. Every day his character grows deeper on the page for me though I’m not entirely sure who he’ll end up being in the end. This craft of ours is always full of mysteries and surprises. A never-ending journey of discovery.

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    1. Thanks Ceayr, I like that you felt that. I’m familiar with the same longing, it’s deeply human whether we choose the distance or it’s forced on us, it’s healthy to desire a home, a family, a place to belong. I think that makes some of the best characters.


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