Mondays Finish the Story

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with:  “The barista shook his head. That hedge couldn’t have moved closer overnight. Could it?”

 

Organic Insult

by A.D. Shaffer

 

“The barista shook his head. That hedge couldn’t have moved closer over night. Could it?”…

 

He rubs his eyes and takes a shot of espresso. Surely a lingering dream bothers him, hedges do not move. The new drink special is a challenge to memorize, but he quickly learns the odd organic concoctions. Adding flair with cinnamon and bottle tosses the barista draws in his breath as the almond-soy-tofu mixture slips to the tiled floor.

The shrubs are now outside of Starbucks’ door.

Horrible vines encircle the door handle. The shrubs are coming inside. Panic registers inside the barista; he copes with routine, making another special. The organic ingredients insult the shrubs, vines twist around him. His hands shake, spilling soy and fueling the work of the vines. The shrubs outside the Starbucks are tired of new wave organics, and the smug humans who consume them. This isn’t the only shrubbery aimed to attack; the plant domination is in progress. Starbucks is the first to fall.

150 Words

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