Thorny Chains
@icausedwar
Sometimes rumors had substance. The gossip about the woman who lived by herself because she had tampered with nature and created a monster were true. And the whispers about an abandoned mansion that had once belonged to- well, no one could remember that much, with a crop in its gardens that shouldn’t have been possible, were also seemingly quite real.
Natural blue roses. Cupping a bloom in her hand, Bryce rubbed a petal in between her fingers but no paint came off and when she checked the stem, it wasn’t discolored in the way that flowers watered with dye were like to be. She couldn’t imagine how this had been done; roses didn’t carry the genes necessary to produce blue, the closest one could get was a sort of mauve color and even then it could only be done with the use of genetic engineering technology. Whoever was behind this must have been a genius beyond compare. A shame that they were apparently long gone.
Either way, the rose was there and she needed it, so taking out her pocketknife, she began sawing away at the stem to collect her prize.
