We walked away, knowing it was the end of the world as we had known it. Throughout our town and thousands of places the plants were taking over.
Bursting out of their bonds, driving us out of our homes.
It had all started with the mother of an electrical storm, which enveloped the globe. Winds blasted every nook and cranny, driving seeds into every place possible. Some said it was gods retribution for the way we had treated nature. Whatever, the storm had fired up a latent grown gene in the plants allowing them to thrive. Driving out humanity’s seed. Our time was up.
Footnote: Sometime I am lucky and a story just writes itself. Then again perhaps this story came from my dislike of the way many nations are plastering the earth with concrete. Whichever thank you Sandra for the photo which gave me the opportunity to vent my spleen.🙂