Brona checked her
account, again. Unlike last month, it was brimming. All she had had to do was
to accept gold from those extraterrestrials.
Those entities had
neither cared that she normally made grape leaves into dolmas or into baked
feta or that her mom used those verdant, lateral appendages to stop bleeding,
reduce inflammation, and eliminate pain. They had no interest in the fact that
the pile from which they had withdrawn some foliage had been intended for her
familys compost pile. More exactly, at least in her mind's eye, those
strange-looking guests had wanted those glucose producers for currency.
Brona had pictured
those organisms as living on a planet, where similar, beautiful verdure was
rare. On that world, resplendent vegetation was so scare that it had become
legal tender. Unlike comparable, Earthly bits, though, those sprouting from the
aliens vines neither withered nor died but grew glossier and glossier
with each sentient being that they consumed. To wit, Bronas callers were
extremely interested in pieces of flora that resembled local vegetation yet
drank only sunshine and ate only surface minerals.
It was when Brona
had been pruning her mothers arbor that she thought that those beings
approached her. Initially, she had believed that the tableau was a delusion
caused by her having smoked a different sort of leaf. After all, she had a very
creative way of looking at life. Accordingly, initially, Brona had nodded to
her visitors and had continued to trim.
However, when they
rolled a gold lump at her, she turned toward back to them and tried to refocus.
Ordinarily, weed-influenced fantasies did not pay her in tacit coin.
Ordinarily, weed-influenced fantasies, likewise, did not swell her interest in
horticulture. Whereas Bronas mother was a reputed herbalist, Brona had no
interest in anything remotely agronomic.
More precisely, all
that the young woman wanted was to be able complete her auto mechanic
certification. If not for a lack of funds for her final terms tuition,
she would already be wielding an impact wrench or a battery carrier.
Alternatively, she might be repairing ship engines.
Thus, it was
predictable that when Brona saw a gold-hued nugget being bowled toward her, she
thought about her towns pawn shop hours and not about intergalactic
diplomacy. Besides, what happened in her mothers garden ought to stay in
her mothers garden.
Reaching into one
pocket of her coveralls, Brona withdrew a handful of crushed, black
peppercorns. She sniffed the snuff, which had been newly ground by her mother.
Her head cleared a little.
The space
creatures features took on better definition. They were heliotrope-hued,
had one head, two legs, and four arms apiece, plus feline-like whiskers.
Whats more, in lieu of ears, they had feathers.
Brona immediately
regretted dampening her high. Those outer spacers were scary.
On balance, if she
could withstand their presence, she might be able to finish school. They young
one breathed deeply and then picked up the nugget that had been tossed. She
carefully placed it in a pocket empty of ground pepper.
Straightway, one of
the bizarre homunculi grabbed a leaf from the pile that Brona had been raking
away from the lianas. Just as instantly, it jumped back.
Brona shuddered. The
thing had come close enough to be able to spit on her. Its saliva might contain
a corrosive acid or base.
Nonetheless, she
picked up its second proffered nugget.
In turn, the
mannikin picked up another leaf.
That exchange
continued until Bronas pockets were so full of aureate lumps that she
could barely walk. She determined that only a part of her treasure needed to be
left at the pawn shop. The rest could be exchanged for cash, over a very, very
long period, whenever she traveled to a major city. Meanwhile, shed hide
most of the yellowish chunks beneath her childhood rock collection, which she
kept in a milk delivery box.
Pruning could wait.
She needed to get to the pawn shop before it closed for the day. On the way
home, she could buy her mom a gift card for the mall. The pharmacy, there, sold
tincture bottles. Her mom had wanted more amber ones.
Brona never told her
mom how she had suddenly become able to pay the last of her tuition. Mom never
asked Mom had become extremely busy helping subdue the local outbreak of
a global pandemic. Eupatorium perfoliatum and Usnea had been embraced as
reliable means to deliverance, causing a high demand for folks who know how to
decoct those herbs. Whats more, no one at Bronas school, except for
the bursar who collected her fees, knew that she had come into money.
One day, after
earning her certification, when loosening the nuts holding a flange on a wheel,
Brona slipped. While her accident did not require her to endure a hospital
stay, it did suffer her to remain in bed for a few weeks. Her doctor was
conservative when treating serious concussions.
During that span,
when she was allegedly sleeping on the living room sofa, she saw, through
barely slitted eyes, her mother cross from their kitchen to her mothers
office. Her parent held not with twigs or leaves, but small rocks and a can of
spray paint.
After her
convalescence, all that remained for Brona was to account the not-so-green
little men. She weighed applying for a rocket maintenance job.