Stupid Plants | A flash fiction story

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And now, he'd lost his name. “Perky.” It tasted bitter — the sound of his own voice, foreign. How could he be Perky?

On the horizon, the ruthless beam of light that had once burnt the delicate leaves of their plants was now a dim lamp, hidden behind layers of voile. Every day, a new layer was added over his eyes, and the sun got dimmer, slowly giving up.