Pam didn't think much when she pricked her finger on a thorn bush. It bled but not a lot. It wasn't until she went to bed at night that she noticed leaves growing from the wound. Suddenly, a surge of agony bent and twisted her limbs into thorny branches. Pam could barely walk as she struggled to the window while her feet grew roots. What shocked her the most, though, wasn't the reflection of a leafy face in the glass. It was that the bush in her yard was gone. A perfect copy of herself now stood in its place.
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Very Short Stories & Drabbles Part 2
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