Well, perhaps only a smidge of a dark smudge, considering what follows is a drabble. This can serve as the 0.66 of the 6.66 days of Thrilling Fiction, can it not?
Of Humming Hearts and the Green Arts
I’m surprised by how much they look like rootless extracted teeth. The Delworths gave me a couple handfuls to sow in the backyard, enough for three short, stubby rows in direct sun.
I hope they take.
From the hinter bedroom, I check and re-check their progress. Sometimes at night, I see their shadows crawling up the blinds. Leaves tussle, eventually softening into what reminds me of a drummer brushing a drumhead.
I sprint outside one morning and shuck the silk and husk and find it, virid and hum-strung.
Then I’m rooted, wondering what non-blood offering you make to Drakon-hearted corn.