Day of the Triffids

Your Messages - Theme for Day 11

The plant rooted itself in her garden overnight. Not a weed. Or a seedling. It should worry her, but she likes how the smug roses now look fearful, petals trembling.

My Response:

Once rooted, the idea took complete possession of her. Its tangling branches spreading far and wide destroying all her joy, laughter and hope. What remained was a deep, desperate despair.

Bah - JAS beat me to my first idea around The Day of the Triffids, and of course came up with something better:

The next morning they (and the stately delphiniums) had been embraced into a tangle of voracious tendrils. All that remained was a single cobalt petal and a scattering of thorns.