The tulip’s petals glowed in the sunlight that warmed the fairy in its embrace. As the sky darkened, it closed to protect her from the rain.
The bees were dying. It was time to adapt. The queen laid her eggs in human ears so her daughters could merge with their primitive minds.
The April rain soaked into the tainted soil, nourishing the darkness growing in the earth. May would bring more than flowers, this spring.