Verson 2 in my Evolution of a Short Story series
Version 1 of the EoSS project, involving a direct application of fiction writing theory.
Fields, with their endless opportunity, sunlight, with its stinging rays, and my hands, my own two hands, they that grip and pull both fruit and vine. One full basket can be sold, or kept and eaten, or left to rot. What are human matters to a plant? Lush gardens fling themselves toward sunlight, … Continue reading Fragaria × Ananassa