Daily story, February 25, 2025

The daffodils, I told them, would double every year. No need for seeds or cuttings: where one had bloomed last year, there would be two this year. They thought this was beautiful. They had never heard the story of the grains of rice on the chess board. No, I told them. We have to pull them up, stamp them down, burn them away, now, before they overrun everything. Cut them down and display them if you insist on thinking them beautiful, but on no account let them grow.