The Violets
"What's wrong little friends," you say out loud to the
plants and the sound of your voice suprises you. Its then you realize
there is no sound at all. Your voice sounds booming in all that
silence.
Even more suprising is the chorus of high squeaky voices you seem to
hear in your head - "water! water! water!"
You stare stupidly at the violets for a moment. This slack-jawed
posture seems comfortable to you, as if you do it a lot, and you
wonder if this might be your standard reaction to strange time travel
occurances.
You have already seen some strange things in this odd branch of the
story, so you go along with it.
"I will help you poor little flowerbuds," you say out loud
and your voice echos loudly in your ears.
You grab the pot in one hand and the magic ticket in the other and
wish out loud, "take me somewhere wet, I don't care where, dont
care when."
"Someplace cool" one of the violets offers.
"Someplace cool" you repeat out loud.
"With some shade please," another violet adds.
"With some shade," you say.
You blink and you are there.
The wilted violets shrink away from you as you approach. "No
more," they seem to say, "we have had enough."
