Young Love, a tragedy
"She's from the edge of the field.
The last row by the Fence!" Adam hissed.
"So?" Colin sneered, but he
knew what Adam meant. Crystal could be, probably was, of mixed
blood. Her mother looked like pure maize, but Crystal's father
could've been a grass, wheat, quinoa; anything, really. Any plant
that could insinuate its pollen into Crystal's mother's private
places could have jumped genomes, crossed chromosomes, done the dirty
deed and fathered hybrids, hybrids that looked normal, but their own
children would be ... monsters. They might look like anything.
Colin knew this, but he forgot it all
when he looked at her sturdy stem, her graceful leaves with their
adorable tips, ever so slightly curved to left or right, her roots,
beautiful in their symmetry. Love might not be stronger than
prejudice, but lust sure was. What he wouldn't do to get his pollen
into her warm moist receptacles. A little pollen squirted out at the
thought of the verdant Crystal and her divine form, and a breeze
carried it to the fence and over.
Colin blushed to his roots. Had anyone
seen? It seemed no one had. Whew! He was the only one who knew, and
he would forget his inadvertent emission as soon as possible.
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Delilah stretched her blossoms to catch
the pollen ejaculated by the fine young maize plant she'd been
ogling from the outboard side of the path. He must have been
watching her. She had seen him staring at the flowers outside the
Garden, and she was the most ... inviting. She had pursed her petals
at him, and had made him come with a gesture. How cool was that?!
Pollen grains drifted into several of
Delilah's flowers. They adhered, and their tubes began to grow. It
was like nothing she'd ever felt before.
Soon Delilah's ovaries swelled, gravid
with chimerae. The seeds set, were fertile, and landed in due time
on good, black soil. Alas, by the time they sprouted the following
spring Delilah had moved on through the circle of life. She was
nought but a withered brown nub. Colin had been harvested by a
combine, and his aborted progeny were distributed among a few dozen
cans of corn.
The end
*Yes, plant sex is weird and inventive.
Successful reproduction between members of different species is just
the beginning. Check out
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hybrid_(biology)#Hybrid_plants.
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