Spinning around so fast everything is a blur, face against the glass of the phone booth that was plucked off the ground like a bit on a drill. The sensation of gravity pulling on her stomach combines with the spinning was nauseating and disorienting. As the spinning started to slow, her mind was still spinning at full speed. Perhaps she was rapidly shaking her face side to side, but the clouds in front of her were so pretty, mustering all her self control she forced her focus on the clouds. The sun was setting which cast an orange pink hue on the cottony hills of clouds outstretched in front of her.
In 1610 a new disease plagued the soil. Originating in South Africa, it was quickly spreading. Scientists scrambled to try to understand the cause of the blight that was ravishing the area. Young plants were stronger and larger than before, but turned yellow and died before they could have any yield. Affected towns were in chaos, desperate to save the food stores from looters.
Amidst all the fear and panic was one small girl, curiously playing with a doomed plant sprout. Nobody was paying attention to her peeling the tightly curled outer leaves. The sap burned the little cuts on her fingers, but not enough to stop her from digging her nails into the plant and peeling back another layer.
“Sienna”
The girl turned around, hearing her name but nobody was there.
“Sienna”
Staring at the clawed up plant, astonished, the voice was from the ground underneath her.
