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Buds
A pretty short story
Late one April night in Central Park, several buds were hanging out, enjoying the moist air and making plans for the future.
“Nice night, huh?” said Hank.
“Very, have you noticed it’s been getting warmer lately?” said Ted.
“Yes, as a matter of fact I have and it seems like the sun is out longer now too,” said Jack.
“I’ve noticed that too,” said Hank. “So what are we gonna do?”
“We know what we’re gonna do.” said Ted. “The question is when.”
“Exactly,” said Jack. “If we do it too soon, we’re screwed.”
“And if we wait too long,” said Hank “Then we’ve just been dicking around and that ain’t good.”
“I hear ya,” said Ted.
After a long pause Jack spoke what they were all thinking. “How about this morning, at sunrise. Hardly anybody will be around, so it’ll be a surprise when they find out.”
“Sounds good to me,” said Hank.
“Might as well,” said Ted.
A breeze blew softly by and they nodded in agreement as slivers of moonlight shone through the branches above them in contrast to the flickering lights of the city that lined the perimeter of the park.
