Sweven

Well Gardens
They grow gardens in egress window wells, peas, daisies, sunflowers. Snap the occasional sunflower stem to free up room for the others. "We need vegetables," I tell the residents of this flowery place. They make more windows, wells, little garden plots in which to grow some food.

Concerning Cryptids
He runs a podcast, Concerning Cryptids, live from his garage. A child, deputy and I are invited to tell of the time a dragon soared the sky. Our host is nowhere to be seen. Bored, we snoop and find an alter, piles of batteries, dismantled machines. Battery acid spills across my hand. Rinse in a bowl of water on the alter. Impatiently we wait hosts arrival.

Burrs & Thorns
A sister and I hike through a forest then through a field. Climb down a hill bristling with burrs. Invasive seed pods now adorn our clothes like shining patterns of beadwork. Too much time is spent ripping out burrs. Notice then that my feet are barren. Pull out the sticks and the deeply hooked thorns. Continue on. Our grandmother's lies tucked in the trees another half a day ahead.

Fragment: On a too full train I continuously switch cars, looking for one not as stuffy

HGI (WBTB) Two triangles merge together to form a circle with a sphere inside