Fiction
Palmer’s Horrifying Demise
A brave act of adventure
Palmer was a plant and lived in a pot in Mrs. Glutenhammer’s house. His pot was placed in a very commanding position with a view into every part of the house. The air flow was perfect and so were the acoustics. It was almost like palmer was the center point of the house.
But often Palmer looked across the room at the plants over in front of the big living room window. For several hours each day they were bathed in sunlight. And at night they could look out at the stars. Palmer began coveting a spot at the window.
Palmer was only eight inches tall when Mrs. Glutenhammer put him in that big clay pot. He then spent the next twelve and two-thirds years living in that pot in the very same spot. Eventually he became the tallest plant in the house. Measuring six feet, eight inches tall, Palmer was seven inches taller than the cute ficus tree in the dining room.
Palmer spent an inordinate amount of time fantasizing. He craved adventure. Often he would pretend that his big waxy green leaves turned into wings so that he could fly around the house. He would certainly fly over to the window. Gazing out the window he would no doubt start imagining what life would be like there in The Great Outside.
