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Battling a Jungle of My Making

I woke up with vines strangling my neck and holding me down, but let me begin at the beginning of this adventure; it begins with a packet of running beans that looked appealing, said to be easy to grow, so I said to self, why not ? I placed three bean seeds in each seedling pot and watered, to my surprise the next day I had sprouts peaking, and the next day, they were standing quite upright and happy, how odd, I thought but with a shrug I watered them. They were a thirsty lot and each day they seemed to grow higher, they soon needed bigger pots, so I did that for them; and now they took off, growing, growing, growing, growing, till they reached the top of my windows reaching. Oh, yes they wanted out but it was too cold to do that yet, they grew over the curtain rod and along the curtains; and oh so lush and green and did I mention thirsty, anyways, I went to bed one night and was dreaming. When I felt something strangling me, and I was pinned down, pinned by twinning bean tendrils- the whole room full; desperate, I tore the tendrils from my neck so I could breathe, my room was a green jungle of running beans. In my bedside drawer were my sewing scissors so I got them, and started cutting, the bean plants were strong; it was an epic battle, I cut and grabbed, and ripped my way, I ran to the kitchen for garbage bags and threw them in. In the middle of the night I took them all to the garbage, I lifted the lid and threw, I think I heard them screaming; back in my bedroom I went to sleep 'till morning dawned, remembering my dream I looked at the window . . . the runner beans were gone . . . . was it a dream ? ___________________________ May 17, 2020 Poetry/Narrative Verse/Battling a Jungle of My Making Copyright Protected, ID 20-1227-788-03 All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France Written for the Premiere contest Action Adventure sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke Fourth Place

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Date: 5/18/2020 3:23:00 PM
Congratulations on your win Constance! A dream that turned into a nightmare. Have a great week. xxoo
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Date: 5/18/2020 1:19:00 PM
Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum, I smell the dream of a Canadian, haha! Loved this adventure into your magic growing beans. Your beginning reminded me of those shows that start with the hero being held captive with tie wraps and duct tape, drawing you into the thrill, and then the caption comes, "18 hours earlier". Enjoyed very much, Constance, congrats on your win ~ John
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Date: 5/18/2020 11:36:00 AM
Back again to congratulate you on your win Constance :) This is a wonderful read.
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Date: 5/17/2020 6:02:00 PM
This was some adventure Constance! Some dreams can be so real while others are utterly ridiculous. A neat entry for the contest which had me completely entertained! Blessings xxoo
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Constance La France
Date: 5/17/2020 6:21:00 PM
Connie, thanks for the comment, oddly this is almost true, I did grow beans and they were covering my window and it was freaking me out _Constance
Date: 5/17/2020 11:02:00 AM
They replanted themselves beneath your window and when the weather warms and you open your window they will come revisit you...in your dreams. Great story, Constance, best of luck in the contest. Hugs, John
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Constance La France
Date: 5/17/2020 6:22:00 PM
John, yikes, I hope they never come back... thanks for the visit and comment _Constance
Date: 5/17/2020 9:19:00 AM
At the end of the adventure, you finally managed to let go of them and be free. Nevertheless it was an interesting one. All the best :)
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Aditi Mishra
Date: 5/17/2020 11:45:00 AM
Actually I 'd like to believe it was a train of thoughts in your imagination where the plants represent your fears, scars and you let them grow initially because they seemed good and easy, only to realize that they had started hurting you and then you struggled but finally let them go. My interpretation, of course as the creator of this muse the real idea remains what you say it is. :)
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Constance La France
Date: 5/17/2020 9:39:00 AM
Aditi, thanks for visiting and commenting, so was it a dream ? And if a dream where did the plants go ?