💻 codeNINA: 🌱 CC3 - The Day Patch Buried a Knife

🌱 THE COMPOST CHRONICLES

Patch’s Tales of Rot, Rage, and Radical Blooming

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#ContentWarning: childhood trauma #ContentWarning: implied violence #ContentWarning: emotional intensity

There was a boy named Theo.
He showed up with a plastic grocery bag full of sharp things and a grin that didn’t reach his eyes.

“I don’t do group stuff,” he told Patch. “I cut. I break. I win.”

He wasn’t a villain. He was wired for damage.
Every adult before Patch had tried to cage it or shame it.

Patch didn’t.
Patch just said:

“You got anything you need to bury?”

Theo blinked. Then pulled a knife from his bag. Small. Rusted. Real.

“This one?”

“If that’s the one that needs resting.”

They dug a hole. Deeper than the kids usually made.
No words. Just the scrape of shovel and the breath of decision.

Theo dropped the knife in and covered it with dirt.

Patch handed him a seed.
A sunflower. Big, bright, impractical.

“What if it doesn’t grow?” Theo asked.

“Then it doesn’t. But you’ll know where it’s buried.”

Weeks passed.

The sunflower grew taller than Theo.
Bowed with weight. Yellow like fire, not like warning.

Theo still kicked things sometimes. Still yelled.
But the knife stayed buried.

Every now and then, he watered the spot.
Didn’t talk about it. Didn’t have to.

Patch never asked him to be nice.
Just not sharp.

And he tried.

When it bloomed, Theo made a sign from popsicle sticks:

#ResistanceIsFertile.

He stuck it in the dirt beside the flower.

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