I wasn’t wrong in my assumptions, because a heavy rainstorm ensued soon after. Maria and Toro were already sound asleep at that time, but I couldn’t get any shuteye, what with the cold and the whole being a flower thing. I was looking at the lovely sleeping pair when I heard a crashing sound down below.
When I turned my gaze from the window I realized one of my new “neighbours” was missing. I leaned towards the edge of my pot to discover that the source of the crashing sound had been the sunflower falling down. Now its pot was broken into tiny pieces scattered all over the road so the poor sunflower had been rendered completely naked.
Poor sod, I thought. Not soon after a few cars passed by, their gigantic wheels running over the nude plant. It was a gruesome show seeing my neighbour being torn apart like that. Then, as if the scattered remains of the sunflower hadn’t been tortured enough, the rain drafted its corpse into the city sewage system.
Holy shit! I couldn’t imagine a worse way to die. “Rest in peace, fatty sunflower, you did well.” I said even though deep down I knew it’d actually rest in human feces.
I blame Toro. He should have built a more secure flowerpot stand. I mean, look at it. It just takes a little of bit of rain to make it fall down to their gruesome death. I’d have done a much better job.
I had seen enough. I turned back once again from my leaned position and...that’s all it took to make my pot wobble like hell.
“Oh shit, no, no, no, no...”
I froze in an awkward position. I looked down and saw that the edge of my pot was in mid-air. A single misstep and I’d suffer the same destiny as my old friend the sunflower.
So I didn’t move. Thankfully the rain had already stopped, so now it was just a matter of not moving until Maria woke up.
My green body was full of drying water drops. They itched.
But I didn’t move.
A bee flew by me. It seemed to like my stinky scent, so it landed on top of where my nose used to be. I wasn’t sure if I liked its intentions.
But I didn’t move.
My stink also attracted a few flies. They landed on my leaves and in different parts of my body. Those included my former buttocks and crotch.
But I didn’t move.
Suddenly all insects left my body alone because a bird had perched itself on my pot and made it wobble even more.
“Shoo! Go away!” I yelled. I attempted to scare it by moving my leaves but the bird didn’t seem that impressed by a moving plant.
I had moved.
The bird perched on the pot of geraniums, looking with its expressionless eyes at my flowerpot falling and crashing into the road below.
The fall didn’t hurt as much as I’d expected. I was more disoriented from the ensuing dizziness than from the pain itself.
I looked around me. I was surrounded by ceramic pieces and and dirt.
What followed was a strange feeling of freedom. I was no longer constricted by the flowerpot that used to be my dirty underwear. But...
“Ugh...I feel sick...” My roots were out from the ground. That’s very bad news for plants.
I felt like if I didn’t plant myself soon I’d die. But I was downtown, I could only see pavement around me.
With the little strength I still had, I fought to pick up the scattered dirt around me with my leaves in a pathetic attempt to survive. My vision was becoming blurry. I could hear a car about to run my small and fragile body over. It was useless. I just wanted this nightmarish day to be over.
“I was so naive!” I cried as the car lights illuminated my small body. “I thought that a harmless one night stand couldn’t hurt anybody! I just wanted to fuck a hot chick! And now I’m...!”
*THUMP!*
...
Darkness.