6 Sentence Sunday--Round 2

Take down the human race before Christmas, or concentrate on getting a philandering guy to accept monogamy? What's a plant to dew....
Here's a few lines of thought from Settia, in the story Rebel published in my Love Grows Wild in the Dark anthology awailable from Shadowfire Press.
'My vine would never hire a scum-toad lawyer to chew him free, strangle me dead, or creep off in pursuit of petunia. I'd make him forget the cheap, double-blossomed plants ever existed. I'd mold my little branches into his thickest one, as wide as I could reach, big, swollen hunk that he is. Bonded in eternal bliss, we'd watch hell day dawn together. Without a bipod alive, there'd be no one left to torture us for some obscure, human holiday again.A horrid noise, footsteps heavy and familiar, shattered me from my happy place. With a poof, my fantasy exploded into tiny fragments of get it together, or I'd never see Vinesun down on one tendril in front of me.' 

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