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A Fondness for Ferns

Janeka grappled with the perplexing array of green he'd flung into her bed.

"How can a fern mean so much to you?" she asked.

"Not one fern, but many ferns, you tangled in green, us entangled in endless verdant forest leafy wildness. I'm addicted."

"What a surprise. Shall I take this as a tribute?"

Her question sprouted for a second before the contours of her throat attracted a spiral of ever tightening green.

Story by:

Laurel Kahaner

submitted at 3:02am

28 February 2011

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