Self-Sowing Seeds

‘It’s time.’

‘How do you know?’

‘Look at their colour, must mean they’re ready for harvest. And we’d better get them into the barn before the rain.’

‘You reckon rain’ll do damage? They should be able to withstand it – they grew, after all.’

‘Haven’t you heard what happened at Kev’s scrap yard? He left his out. They rusted away in no time flat. They grow, but once they’re above ground, they become surprisingly delicate.  Wouldn’t want to risk damaging them.’

’S’pose you have a point.’

‘Yep. Also, with Kev losing his, we’re the only yard with fully grown wild cars.’


I wrote this based on this week’s Friday Fictioneer’s prompt:

(c) Jean L. Hays