I've been hanging around plants lately. I used to think all plants were nice. I've learned, however, that isn't true. While some flowers are beautiful, not all of them are nice. Some plants are bad.
Take Joey, for instance. Joey is a bad seed. Joey grew up in a scruffy patch on the wrong side of town. Joey's family was an unruly group of Chrysanthemums living in a dirt patch down near the railroad tracks.
While some plants glisten in bucolic nature, Joey's family breathed industrial fumes and was often awash in chemicals from neighboring factories. Joey never knew his father; he was yanked out of the patch years ago by a transient gardener. Joey's mother was no prize, either. She neglected Joey and spent all her time playing Botany Bingo.
It was only a matter of time before Joey got in worse trouble. His antisocial behavior marked him as undesirable. For example, Joey was never selected to be in a bouquet and, while he said it didn't matter to him, deep down it wounded him. Joey received society's rejection as a personal rebuke.
Then, one Saturday night, everything came to a boil. It was a hot Summer night. Joey and his wild bunch were drinking MiracleGro from 40 oz. bottles, listless and looking for action. More out of boredom than financial need, Joey snatched a purse from on old Peony wandering by and ran down the block as the elderly flower's pleas went unheeded. Joey didn't count, however, on the Flower Police visiting the block the next day and he soon found himself in a lineup at Police Station.
Joey's time was up. His time in the sun was over.
Joey copped a deal for a lighter sentence and soon found himself in the Big House. Actually, the plant-inmates call it the Hot House. It's an ugly place with no sunlight. Bars on the windows keep nature out and there's rarely a breeze of cool air. Plants decay in the Hot House and Joey was no exception. Not only did Joey's leaves start to turn brown, his soul began to shrink and wither.
It was the end for Joey. He was just a bad plant who came to no good.
this is so funny!ReplyDelete
This is so well written! Something about a deviant flower is really quite funny. You're a great writer!ReplyDelete
You really are a great storyteller. This made me smile, but also made me think (like all your posts do).ReplyDelete
I came from a "bad crop" myself, but I still was able to bloom. I think the difference was that I turned toward the sunshine.
By the way, what does a flower keep in her purse?
Great writing Ally !ReplyDelete
I like to believe that nothing that comes from nature is evil. Now I'm having second thoughts!
I love that first illustration, the plants with the knives and guns.