I'm taking a short break from my editing today to write a short story. I've been away too long, oh my dear sweet short stories...
When my class read "The Root Cellar" by Theodore Roethke this morning, my subconscious couldn't help but lay the foundation for a terrible little tale. Poems are great inspiration; I'm not sure Mr. Roethke intended the sort of story I have in mind.
What would all those plants in the cellar have to feed on, if not sunlight?