Plastic Flowers
Oct 9th, 2014 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Miranda stood alone in a field of colorful wildflowers, carefully examining each one, searching for an explanation of why they were not actually alive, but rather were made of plastic. She had never encountered anything like it in her thirty years of botanical study.
She eventually capitulated and returned to her car. It also was made of plastic. So was the park entrance and the sign next to it. When she arrived back at the lab, her assistants had turned to plastic as well.
She would always consider her younger days, before everything became plastic, as the ‘Good ‘ol days.’
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