Esmeralda rolled slowly down the road. The sun had not yet risen, so it was still dark. The dark made her nervous, just like it had used to when she was younger and still had hope of growing up and out...
And by the seventh day, the silver bullet had grown into a beautiful sunflower.
It was fantastical in more ways than one. The yellow-petaled plants, heralded for their modified carbon-capturing abilities,...
