Chapter 10Davis took her back to the fountain and the statue with a historical figure she still could not pinpoint or place. The surface which had once been covered in not-mud hours earlier had not been baked clean under the hot sun-mimics. The statue now seemed bronzed in the light, almost golden. Every other surface around the fountain was dry, but also cracked. Beneath each crack seemed to be the start of a green bud.
“This is the natural consequence of s**t,” Davis said. “We get fertilizer. Seeds from the bugs feeding after Ickva Con Ickca. And then…”
“Growth?” Jenna asked. “Opportunity? Rebirth and all the hokey sayings?”
“Sure,” Davis said. “But I was just going to say flowers.”
Jenna watched as one of the green leaves pushed up through the cracks and then bloomed into a white bu
