She’d started to garden when her marriage was falling apart. It was all the usual signs. Too much time at work, hiding his cellphone, angry at pointless things, and a strange smell on his clothes after long shifts at work.

She spent her time outside, away from him and his strange smell. This allowed her to nurture something and build and control.

This made her feel powerful.

What began as a simple hobby had evolved into a full time passion. Before long she was the one who was abandoning him. Weekends at the craft mart, long nights tending to cuttings (cuttings are little parts of a plant that can develop into a whole new plant with love and patience.) She even forgot his 3 year work anniversary party, she was meeting up with a new plant society she’d learned about in a local Reddit thread.

Upon arrival, they shrouded her in a very natural feeling robe, as soon as she was covered in it, it was as if the plants themselves could communicate with her.

“Sit here, in top of the oldest root in the garden and let its power flow through you”

She felt… Alive.

Soon after the strange meeting, her cuttings would come to life at the sight of her. She began having strange dreams about them. They were her family.

Her husband must have known he deserved it. He ran his sloppy lawn mower all over the edge of the garden. Now his body would nourish the new breed of clippings.

She would complete her transformation tonight. The cuttings on her skinwere open and the vines were starting to grow. Soon his body would provide enough nourishment for her to become a plant and animal.