Thursday, July 5, 2007

Lawn Care

by Ari Collins

Outside the biodome, grass moved with the breeze. Inside, each grass blade had red filaments.

“Elementary,” I said. “Roland had the clearances and Emma the skill to program to attack. But which of you arranged yesterday’s escape attempt? We barely kept contained.”

“Wasn’t me,” they said together.

Outside, grass moved against the breeze.

1 comment:

Dapper Dan said...

Must be why I could never get you to mow.