It was on the last floor of a building with a view of the Tagus at dawn. The terrace had been transformed in a greenhouse. They strolled leisurely among the plants, clothed only in their smiles, very green, very thin, offering refreshments. It was funny, even. But to get something from the little flowers one had to make a certain investment. The thing was rigged so these little things could get their money. The therapies to reach vegetal purity aren’t cheap, no sir.
From ‘When Kingdoms Collide’ by Telmo Marçal. ‘Solarpunk: Ecological and fantastical stories in a sustainable world. An Anthology’ Published by World Weaver Press in 2018.