“Mary! Jane! Come here!” Amnesia fretted under the afternoon sun. Her seedlings were missing and after last year’s slash-and-burn by the men in blue – she had reason to be concerned.
There had been a backpacker earlier and images of her babies, plucked by some hiker chasing a high, spun her into a panic.
What they needed was a proper farmer. She had managed to plant her seedlings and watch them grow. But she needed help, someone to monitor the grounds and nutrient their water; someone who could make her babies even grander than the sun alone.
It’s impossible though, their plant family were the “villains.”
Then she heard it, a chant from down the mountain: “Legalization!”
Excitement floated up the hill with each breeze. Heavy footprints followed and she still couldn’t find her babies. Her leaves reached out for them as a boot trampled her friend. She screamed their names as greedy hands ripped up her neighborhood.
She awoke, replanted, under artificial light; the sun gone but her roots full of proper nutrients.
“Good morning, mama,” Mary said.
“Welcome to our new home,” Jane greeted.
There were men in white spraying them with mist. The farmers had found them and now, they may never see the sun again.
A two part prompt written for Flash!Friday:
The protagonist must be a farmer and you must to incorporate: