<<“My name is Mya and I have lived at the Farm my whole life.
I am already fifteen years old and spending my last year in the Nursery. Soon it should start to show… Will I become really a seed or just a fruit?
Some of the girls from my season have already started to show early signs of blossom. Oleya, the luckiest of all, is sure to become a seed. Her arms and legs are bearing the true signs of a seed, I saw them. Carole also brags about becoming a seed, but she had never shown us the signs and I don’t believe her. She’s always showing off. The rest of the girls are just hoping, as I am. >>
Excerpt from my newest speculative fiction short story The Fruits of Earth. Coming soon!
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