Paper Flowers

on January 27, 2015 in Fantasy

KA-THUNK. KA-THUNK. KA-THUNK.

She crossed the yard back and forth in neat rows, an open stapler in her hand. She pressed it into the hard-packed ground at even intervals, pressing bits of metal into the dirt one after another.

KA-THUNK. KA-THUNK.

When she was finished planting, she took her watering can and lightly sprinkled each of the planted fasteners with just enough toner to get it started.

It would take weeks of further such care, including keeping a watchful eye out for invoices and personal correspondence sprouting up like weeds among her carefully tended garden, but she knew it would be worth it when the crop came in and she had baskets full of beautiful memorandums to take to the farmer’s market.

Anybody could get them from an office, but everyone knew that home-grown was better.

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