Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, when writers from around the world post 100-word stories based on a photo prompt provided on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog. This week’s photo is by Randy Mazie. Thank you, Randy!
by Jan Brown
No one noticed when our little office complex died, because no one knew it was there.
When our efforts to develop genetically modified soybeans backfired, farmers were left to battle human-sized, herbicide-resistant weeds. The stalks were so wide, so tough, their combines came screeching to a halt.
We worked 24/7 to modify the mutated weed. But nature is unpredictable, and we discovered too late that humans are violently allergic to the new species.
Now my co-workers are entombed in the office complex. The weeds have travelled outside the brick and stucco, climbing the walls and sprouting flowers. Blood red flowers.
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