Like a green tower, the stalk grew into th esky. Asphalt and paving stones lay scattered at its base, remnants of the tremendous speed of its growth. It pulsed with verdant life
At the top, nodding gently in the violent winds a half-mile up, a bud the size of a freight-liner gradually softened in the growing light. The sun broke the horizon, and the petals opened in a glory of colors. The people in the stopped cars and lopsided houses below gasped in wonder as the scent wafted down.
Then they heard the first ominous hum of a bee's wings...
The Bucket Rider
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