Green Bean - Blog Posts

(Groentje) Drew this little green bean as a thanks for the fun times and the candy. This is FrankienNL’s Oc.

Of course, the fact that it new our names wasn’t really the problem. Nor was it really an issue that this thing knew when we got out of Algebra. This was wholly because the ‘thing’ went with us wherever we went.

So, okay. Saying that it was hunting us wasn’t completely accurate. It had already caught us. But for all that it knew where we were, for all that we could not get away, it wasn’t really a problem, either.

You know what was the problem? Explaining to the teacher why there was a six-foot tall beanpole following us to and from school. We always had problems with people telling us apart because we are twins. Being red-headed in a school of blonds made us stand out all the more, even while our identical haircuts made us look all the more alike. Susan was right - I should have left my hair long when she’d cut it off.

That’s not the point. What is the point?

The green bean. We found it in the field behind our house one day when we were looking for raspberries to pick. Sarah swears that it’s just a weird plant. I think she’s crazy. What sort of plant can move from place to place like this? What sort of plant knows how to open doors and uses its sap to draw? You know what I think?

I think it’s an alien. And it’s following us around so that it can learn about us. Us as in Sarah and I, and us as in humanity. It was small when we found it, but it’s grown so quickly. How did it get here? Did it crash land somehow? Did it float along the celestial winds as space pollen?

Maybe Sarah isn’t the crazy one.

I’m not sure that it matters, though. Because Green Bean is sort of nifty to have around. It grabs things off the top shelf when we need it, it blocks the sun on a hot day. And it’s just recently started producing this awesome purple fruit.

Sarah is seriously freaked out about the idea of eating the fruit. And I guess I should be, too. But it tastes too good for me to really care.

But...now that I really pay attention...does my skin look a little green to you? Is my hair looking just the tiniest like...vines?

I look over the grass of the field behind our house and I see Sarah, human-skinned, normal-haired Sarah. I look down at myself. And I realized that I am turning green. And my hair is starting to move on its own - like Green Bean’s vines.

And I realize that it’s been stalking us all along. Slowly, and with a patience I could never have imagined. It may never catch Sarah, but for me, it’s already too late. I’ve already been snared.

Text:  It was not an animal. The thing hunting us knew our names, what cars we drove, and exactly when we got out of seventh period Algebra.

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