“What happened to the seedlings, Daddy?”

“They didn’t work out.” A tear ran down Dan’s face. “Sometimes that happens.”

“Can we try again?”

“Maybe. Let’s see what went wrong.” He dumped the seedling tray into the garbage, covering a deflated pink Mylar balloon. “First, let’s get Mommy from the hospital.”

Christopher “Chris” Fruge is an emerging writer working in computer security by day and writing microfiction and poetry by night. He can be found on Twitter and Instagram.