Seeds and Stones: Part 1 by Paul j Rogers

This week in our By Prescription Only: Themed Writing showcase is the first of a two-parter by our own Paul j Rogers. Enjoy!

And this still applies: The following story is entirely a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, events, etc. are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in the following works of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners. Some stories in this showcase contain adult themes, so reader caution is advised.

Seeds and Stones: Part 1 by Paul j Rogers

Rudy Cam steadied his rucksack when the transport cart hit another divot. He cursed the driver under his breath so that nobody could hear. Inside his bag were the components for a fertilizer bomb, ammonium nitrate sealed in an easy-lock container and a small can of machine oil he’d bought at the hardware store in Haine. Other contents included an old ice cream tub to be used as casing and a length of braided cotton soaked in lighter fuel for ignition.

The asphalt lanes of the Kent Facility were usually nectarine-smooth, but out here, beneath the floodlights of the Easyripe tomato plantation, there must’ve been some kind of spillage because the ten-seat vehicle was pitching and sliding. To make matters worse, the driver had shown up two minutes late at the rest area and he was tanking it. The picker next to Rudy hit his head on the canvas roofing and then slammed back onto the moulded plastic bench. He grumbled to the driver, told him to ease off on the juice, but the driver was wired up to his headset and didn’t hear a word of it.

Rudy had only been at The Corp for a week but that was long enough to know that the start of a shift was never optimistic. Some pickers got lost in thought, others lost inside their headphones. Only the immigrants seemed contented. Going by their faces, picking Easyclean potatoes, or whatever The Corp had scheduled them for that shift, must’ve been a good gig compared to what they were used to. But harvesting genetically perfected produce for use in the readymade and canned food industries didn’t satisfy Rudy Cam. After all, he had a bomb inside his bag. Besides, he was born and raised in Orb, at The Co-op, a sixth generation organic peach farmer from up on The Steeps…

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