IntermittentRain
Green things seemed to climb from the black plastic bowl. Surely they weren't alive? Or, at least, not actually moving fast enough to be noted by the human eye?
But as Shirley moved closer, it seemed to be true; green tendrils were actually moving, undulating, extending from the pot, even as she watched.
The girls were easily confused; both had the same tone of honey blond hair, blue eyes, pale skin. That was the excuse. The reason was tiredness and carelessness on the part of the hospital staff.
They didn't wait long.
The five men, dressed in chamo green, walked to the middle of the intersection with the rest of the pedestrians. Instead of continuing, like all the workers, they stopped, and took out their signs.