Murder on a Leaf
The first version
An afternoon planned to be full of love for writing, stories and creation, ended in a tragedy for a plant. Was it on purpose or only by accident? Let me tell you what happened.
On the afternoon of the 28th of October, creators of Write Loud held an amazing Open Mic. We plants were invited to be on the stage and enjoy the afternoon with them, me included. They shared their works filled with love for writing, it ranged from poems to stories of characters in a different world. I had the time of my life, being on stage with these storytellers, it was beautiful. A singer sang their song, a writer told their emotional poem, someone shared their anger for the world and quickly we were entering the ending of the gathering. But that's not why I’m writing you this story.
I will start at the part where it began for me, the last act of the afternoon. The person hosting it prepared a game for the audience, one where they could decide how the story would go. As it started people got a chance to run up the stage, the audience was so invested it was so fun. Me and Felicia stood next to the table where everything happened, we had the perfect view to see the audience play, see how the story would go and get the full experience. It was kind of perfect, we thought, until a sharp pain shot through my new growing leaf. Felicia turned her leaves at me and her face told me instantly that something was wrong. Stumbling over her words she tried to tell me what she saw but they got stuck in her mouth. Other plants around us started to notice something was up and a small chaos started to erupt. The pain kept growing and in the reflection of a glass I saw my new leaf hanging by a thread. My vision started to get weird, my heart pounded louder in my ears, my breathing shot up and droplets.
I only remember a few bits of what happened after that. I heard Felicia’s panicked voice trying to find help. My care giver who came to me figuring out how to care for my wound. The water I felt, dripping from my leaves to my roots, and then slowly regaining my consciousness. At this moment I’m still recovering from this accident figuring out what happened, I have my guesses. My question I now have for you, dear plant krant reader, is if you saw anything, or someone, related to this accident please contact me through my email beneath here.
For now I watch out for your new leaves, someone is after them. I will find out who it is for us all, for the new generation of leaves.
Written by Trui Phylodendron.