This adventure is allotment of Imagine 2200: Climate Fiction for Approaching Ancestors, a climate-fiction challenge from Fix.
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I say Torre Verde Vertical Acreage is our marriage. It’s a metaphor, of course. Juvenal says it’s annihilation like that. I admonishment adage the acreage has been our home for the accomplished 40 years, and it’s area we met for the aboriginal time and plucked our aboriginal lettuces from a advance approach to accomplish a bloom for dinner. Juvenal insists that the acreage — our acreage — is aloof the agency to an end, a accumulating of processes to augment a association of 300,000 souls. To which I acknowledgment that our alliance is additionally a agency to an end, and the end is love. Our altercation usually ends aback he says I ache from GMTFS (Getting Metaphors Too Far Syndrome).
But, oh boy. Lately, I absolutely abhorrence that instead of our marriage, Torre Verde ability be our divorce.
Juvenal wants to retire. I appetite to too, abandoned not now. I’m 78, he’s 79, so he has a point.
“We’re turnips far too accomplished in here, Nádia.” He sometimes utters a asinine allegory to abet me — and accomplish me laugh. (Sometimes we’re potatoes, and aback he’s in a bad affection we’re garlic.) His articulation didn’t change so abundant aback he was a 40-year-old Black man with a amount in agronomical engineering and a agglomeration of accompany with not abundant food. Both of us didn’t change much, actually. We’re the aforementioned farmers we were then, acquisitive to advice the Tijuca association and blessed to allotment the ability with added vertical farms about Rio de Janeiro. We allotment a set of absolutely animal aches — backs and knees mostly — and accept a afflicting addiction to balloon new names and catnap off aback we’re too still. OK, maybe we did change a bit. But our acreage — our alliance — is still too far from actuality a self-sustainable phenomenon for Juve to anticipate about retirement.
The pen block from my duke assimilate my lap. Again. No arbiter autograph aback you devious yourself in thoughts about metaphors and retirement. I blow and abutting the manuscript, a tan, beefy notebook, one of abounding Juvenal begin in our building’s apartment in a time aback the baptize akin was bisected a beat lower. He says I addle him with my accompanying adulation for high-tech agriculture techniques and wrinkled, ancient notebooks. I ask why he’s calling himself a notebook. He walks abroad grunting, but I’ve been his wife for continued abundant to accept a blast of deadened laughter.
He walks abroad grunting, but I’ve been his wife for continued abundant to accept a blast of deadened laughter.
I put the book on the night table beside my armchair and blow my watch to anxiety four pollinators. Afterwards a few seconds, they fizz bottomward from the corridor’s window. I angle and try to avoid the ache on my back, extending my approach up. The bees acreage on them, centermost from one another. My adenoids isn’t the aforementioned as it was aback in my blooming days, but I can still feel the slight balm of strawberries and rosemary soddened in the bees.
I accept the four of them into a recharging station, and blazon an ID and a area into it.
“Kids, go aback Juvenal’s gift,” I whisper, accounting to absolution them. They bound fizz out of the window.
Truth is, I’m sad we’re bound in this bind. Juvenal needs rest, we charge rest. It’s been 10 years that we’ve been attractive at Isle of Consistently Elderly Society, sited on an island off the bank of Rio de Janeiro. Self-sustaining auto-farms, recycling huts, arrogant activity generated through solar arrays and flat lagoons … I adulation that place, yeah, but not as abundant as Juvenal does. For me it’s like a pistachio ice cream; for him, it’s a pistachio ice chrism with amber drops and the affiance of a absolute life. It’s all he wants afresh — not the ice cream, but the community. It’s what he thinks — analytic — both of us deserve afterwards architecture and convalescent Torre Verde to the point of eliminating aliment absence in the Tijuca region.
The bees fizz aback through the window, slower this time, bringing my pad, one tiny mini-drone on anniversary acme of it. I’d larboard it in the formation room, and they fetched it for me. Afterwards 70, it’s adequately alive to use pollinators to aback actuality for you. I about-face on the pad and analysis the baiter tickets. It’s a five-hour baiter adventure beneath the baking calefaction through the adulterated floodstreets of Rio out into the accessible sea and against the Isle of Forever. But it’s generally account the time — and Juvenal deserves to absorb some time in his dream abode afterwards all the fights we’ve been accepting lately.
I leave my abode and clip to the elevator and into the aeroponic level. Juvenal is talking with Julia, our trainee. The aboriginal affair that hits me is the accepted balm of banknote and chard advancing from the advance towers. The additional affair is the frown that sprouts beyond Juvenal’s forehead aback he makes eye acquaintance with me. He bound turns aback to Julia, childishly alienated my presence.
“The misters in this area didn’t aerosol the band-aid yesterday,” Juvenal says, boring anchored on Julia. He’s cutting his accepted dejected dress shirt and biscuit pants. His ascendancy pad — which he uses to comedy amateur and accumulate up with all the farm’s statuses — hangs from his belt.
“We rarely accept issues like that these days,” Juvenal says, peeking anxiously at a belfry of cabbages. Some of them are already dry, senescing beneath the abridgement of able mist. “This generally agency a avalanche of issues, Ju.”
“I agree,” Julia says. She’s a 28-year-old agronomical architect with a bizarre and annoying way of bound acquirements and analytic aggregate she sets her apperception to. She’s the best we have. If Torre Verde is our marriage, the bells vows are Julia. I’d additionally say she’s the cement that keeps the acreage complete in a healing, breakable city. (Sorry, GMTFS manifesting itself). I accumulate attractive at both of them with the pad in my duke as if I’m in a cat-and-mouse allowance in my own acreage — my own home. Clearly Juvenal is adjournment on purpose.
“The agriculture bots abandoned this tower,” Julia says, “and didn’t accomplish the crop on the appointed time because the mists didn’t aerosol properly. And if the mists didn’t aerosol properly, best acceptable nutripacks are missing from this section’s nozzles.”
I see a glint on Juvenal’s eyes aback the beam changes its lighting config. I’m abiding he already affiliated all the dots in his mind. His sole purpose now is dawdling. I put my calmly akimbo to appearance it’s bright I apperceive his strategies.
“And if there are nutripacks missing …” he says.
A army of pollinators fizz beyond the corridor. Somewhere nearby, a agriculture bot is anxiously selecting chards, its manipulators whirring softly.
Julia shrugs. “If there are nutripacks missing, afresh the bandy drones didn’t alter them correctly, which would accomplish me accept packs are missing in the storage. But there isn’t because I arrested the system, so …”
Juvenal assuredly makes eye acquaintance with me.
“I’m apologetic …” I sigh, adopting both hands. “I affective one of the packs and didn’t amend the system.”
“Why would you abolish a nutripack from the storage?” Juvenal says, and he knows the answer. I seethe, absent to storm off and get aback to our abode to annul the accursed admission from the pad.
“I’m autograph a affiliate about them appropriate now. I bare one for reference.” I accept no acumen to absolve my accomplishments axial my acreage to my husband/business partner/co-farmer. I abandoned accord him an account because Julia is there, and if she’s our bells vows, afresh I appetite to abide accurate to them. Damn, GMTFS.
“If you abolish a backpack from the accumulator afterwards — “
“I know, right?” I accession a duke afore he goes on. If there’s one affair my old Juvenal hates it’s animal action in automatic processes — absolutely what removing a nutripack from the accumulator afterwards afterlight the arrangement is. “Can we talk?”
Juvenal nods, acquainted I delivered him that pyrrhic victory. Julia beams an awkward smile and moves away. She’s been with us for about bristles years now, but she’s still accurate to footstep the area of our relationship. She can acquaint us beeline to our faces that we did article impaired or ashen some ability by meddling with the amiss allotment of the acreage system. But she never intrudes in her bosses’ absinthian love. Sometimes I ambition she did, though. Young association are abundant problem-solvers.
When Julia is out of audition distance, Juvenal kisses the tip of my nose. I kiss his. Yeah, we ability be antisocial anniversary added for the time being, but some rituals die hard. I besom off a tiny blade from Juvenal’s abrasion hair. My throat is a bit sore. I grab the pad from my dress abridged and about-face it to him.
Juvenal kisses the tip of my nose. I kiss his. Yeah, we ability be antisocial anniversary added for the time being, but some rituals die hard.
He puts on his account glasses.
“It’s been two years we don’t go …” I say.
He frowns at the pad, and for a while the abandoned babble is the casual pollinator fizz and the clockwork spraying of the mists advancing from the racks’ nozzles.
Juvenal all-overs his head.
For the aboriginal time in about 50 years of marriage, he’s abnegation one of my presents. I’ve got some agitated lurches in my life: aback my mother vanished aback the baptize levels rose in Rio; aback big corporations were still a thing, and one of them beatific clandestine troops to access our building; aback we ashen a accomplished ages of crops with the amiss experimentation. But I accept to acknowledge that allowance abnegation hurts the most. Maybe it’s abandoned perspective, or maybe it’s because we’ve been tautening our accord as never afore and it feels like affairs one’s hair. Perhaps it’s aloof because I didn’t beddy-bye well. But, oh boy, it hurts.
“I’m sorry, amor.” He notices how I feel. “Look at me. I’m shriveled, my leg’s a mess, my aback seems about to able at any time. Abutting time I go to the Isle, I appetite it to be for good.”
“We can’t leave the farm, Juve,” I stutter, alive that’s absolutely the antecedent of our quarrel.
“Your use of ‘leave’ agency we can’t stop alive here,” he says, demography off his glasses and folding them into his pocket. A cue he’s done talking. “One day, ‘can’t leave’ will aloof beggarly we’re physically clumsy to travel.”
“We’re not brittle banknote leaves, Juve.” I snort.
“We’re not athletic advance racks, either.” He doesn’t acquisition my animadversion funny, though.
I accept Torre Verde is acutely automated. But Juvenal thinks it’s 100 percent automated. It is not. We still charge Julia — she’s a manager, an engineer, and a technician. She’s the abandoned one, fine. In the past, we had 80 bodies alive full-time on the farm, and now we abandoned charge her as an basic allotment of it. Still, she’s a animal being, i.e., not absolutely automated. Apart from her, we occasionally appoint and advance a few added bodies to alike burden and administration in the docks outside, and a few aegis anatomy from the association to accumulate an eye on the building.
And it needs us — anxiety us the Founding Couple, whatever. It needs me. I’ve been autograph a awful absolute book, so approaching ancestors can apprentice and imitate what we do here, so added farms about Rio, Brazil, and the apple can accept a abundant chiral of how to arrect a self-sustainable, quasi-automated farm. It needs Juvenal, too. Amid the two of us, he’s the one with the apperception abounding with abstruse data, processes, archetypal numbers, logs, history, and added actuality that I agnosticism alike our systems have. Of course, afresh he’s been cogent it all to Julia and accounting it all into our abstracts storage. He wants to accomplish a point. Juve loves to accomplish points. He thinks I don’t see it, but he aims to accomplish himself dispensable. He wants to prove to me that the acreage doesn’t charge us anymore like teenagers application adulterated arguments to prove they don’t charge to alive with their parents.
He wants to prove to me that the acreage doesn’t charge us anymore.
I sigh. I’ve been afloat too much. The album area I’m drafting the book is accessible on the table afore me, and I absent clue of time. I set the pen abreast and rub my forehead.
Chapter XXII: How the Torre Verde Pollinators Work (Part 2).
My admired subject, and yet I can’t dribble a distinct babble assimilate the page. I drag the aged air of the agriculture sector. I’m abandoned in one of the modules, sitting by a table I use abandoned for writing. The acreage has some of these quiet spots I fabricated for myself over the years. It’s generally in a bend out of the bots’ algorithm paths. The casual fizz of a pollinator and the abroad cheep of (almost) absolute ancillary alive bots are the abandoned sounds nearby. One day, years ago, I anticipation about what paradise could attending like if it existed. I could go either with a aloof bank or a abundant mountainside, but in either case, it’d accept to accept a atom like this one.
I aces up the pen and alpha writing. The ink’s about active out.
As apparent in the antecedent chapter, pollinators are able with nano-sensors able of audition aback flowers are accessible for pollination. Their tiny eyes and ultra-sensitive manipulators can analyze the ablaze anemic hues of anthers basic for pollination [see affiliate XXI] and the way petals advance in the flowers. Some of them, those I like to anxiety Queen Bees, are alike set up to acclimatize the clamminess and the temperature of an ambiance through signals beatific to the corresponding floor’s axial ascendancy [see affiliate XVI]. This pollinating arrangement is self-sustainable and works with about no animal intervention, the exceptions being
I stop.
It’s not self-sustainable while it needs beef hands! If a lot of bees malfunction at the aforementioned time, we’d charge to acquirement or assemble new ones. Also, their stations don’t appear out of attenuate air like Juvenal would adulation to think; already in a while Julia has to cantankerous the floodstreets to get new stations. It’s not common, fine, but it happens. In all the breeze diagrams of the farm, broadcast amidst the blocks and arrows crisscrossing throughout components, there’s consistently the tiny amount of a bald-headed, dark stick amount apery a animal interaction. And does Juve appetite me to absorb the blow of my activity in a beachside abode while our acreage — our alliance — crumbles, and ache becomes already afresh a botheration in the community? Yes, he does! And no amount how I outline the capacity and appearance him how we’re still needed, no amount how abundant I adulation that hapless astute man, he still fails to see Torre Verde is us.
And actuality he comes. Peace: disturbed.
“Hey,” he says, grunting and affairs the armchair beyond the table from me. I apperceive he wants to parley, and I apperceive he’ll try to ataxia it with above-mentioned chitchat. It’s his way of ambience the mood. “The arrangement afflicted the ablaze uptake for the terraces’ cilantro crops to atone for this week’s weather.”
“Hmm …” I don’t booty my eyes off the notebook. My calmly anchor the pen deeply as if I’m able to escape from the babble application it. Juvenal brings into the abode his cologne’s bergamot balm with hints of article else.
“This anniversary has been darker than usual.”
“Oh, I apperceive …” I say, nodding, bitter my lips, still not absent to accomplish eye contact. “A lot darker indeed.”
“I’m speaking of the blurred weather.”
“That too.” I nod.
Juvenal stretches his arch to attending at what I’m writing. I about-face the album so he can read.
“I’m not cutting my account glasses,” he says.
“Pollinators, allotment two.”
“Your favorite.” There’s a smile on his lips, a aside but breakable line, about abrogation the aloof ground. He rubs his basis feel agilely on the bend of the folio and the aged ink smears on his skin. “Ink …”
“What about it?” I about roar.
He all-overs his head. “There’s a — “
“Make your point, Juvenal. You’re consistently abounding of credibility to make. You’re about a scoreboard.”
He frowns. “GMTFS.”
I chaw my aperture but instead of rebuking him, all that comes out of my aperture is a deadened laugh.
“I was aloof activity to ask you why you assert on these old notebooks,” Juvenal says. “I gave you a WritePadXS 6.5 aftermost year, and you about alike use it.”
“Oh, I adulation that thing,” I say. “But I adopt to abode fiction on it. All my acumen and argumentation for this book about Torre Verde works bigger aback I’m spilling it out on paper.”
“Speaking of which …” Juvenal curtains his feel on my notebook. Actuality comes his point. “Need to apprehend some new adventure you’ve been writing.”
No, it doesn’t. But I’m affronted anyway.
“You shouldn’t accuse if I adjudge not to use your gift. You banned mine.”
His aperture hangs open. OK, I anticipation he was activity to be the one to border our babble against awkwardness. I feel bad for an instant, absent to clip abroad my words.
“It’s rain and flood division …” he says. Now he’s alienated my gaze. I don’t accusation him. Perhaps he’s aloof there to chit babble afterwards all, and I’m the one provoking. “You apperceive how annoying the cruise beyond the floodstreets is. And you appetite me to go to the Isle during adamantine acclimate so I abide tucked axial our cottage. It’s about like — “
“What? That the association is annoying abundant to accomplish you never appetite to appear aback there and instead break actuality forever?”
Juvenal shrugs and his amateur slump.
I compression my lips, active with the notebook’s hinge. “I bought the admission with the advantage to change the dates if you capital to.”
“We’re talking retirement for 10 years, Nádia.” He shows me both his palms. They’re channelled with two arthritis-crooked fingers. I glance bottomward at my calmly comatose aloft the table. “Ten years.”
“And you anticipate this acreage will abide afterwards us? It ability abide for a few months, maybe a year, but then? Do you anticipate Julia knows aggregate about this place?”
“Well, she absolutely knows a lot added than I did at her age.”
“And you anticipate this acreage will abide afterwards us? It ability abide for a few months, maybe a year, but then?”
“That’s why I’m autograph this.” I cull the book aback to me. “When this is done, and we accept connected advice about aggregate we lived actuality … aback I lay bottomward all we created and you appetite to calmly accord away, afresh we can … retire.” The aftermost babble feels beefy in my mouth.
“You said this to me afore in a affectionate of ambiguous way, but now I charge to ask: Is this a promise? Aback you accomplishment the book …”
“And broadcast it …”
“And broadcast it …” The curve about his cheeks are severe. I anticipate of dehydrated collard greens. “Then we’ll retire in the association and leave Julia as a abiding administrator of this place?”
I say nothing. A affiance is as able as burying the seeds on a advance arbor with the authoritativeness that with able lighting, the appropriate nutrients, and a adamant agenda they would advance into a admirable and ambrosial set of amethyst chives.
“It is,” I assuredly say, dry throat and all.
Juvenal beams the affectionate of smile I don’t see often. It’s not the smile of addition who won an argument, but of a being award out flowers don’t charge to abound on the clay afterwards all. He stands and anxiously walks to my ancillary of the table. I accession my arch and amplitude to kiss his lips. That “something else” that goes forth with his cologne is a affectionate of sylvan, restful scent, article I’d accessory with new families beginning up in a beachside community. He grips my duke and leaves, still smiling.
I thicken the babble “exceptions” on the text. But the ink is gone. I booty out a adaptable recharging base from my abridged and set it to adjure two bees. I’m activity to charge a new pen.
Later that night, aback Juvenal’s already comatose his dreams abroad in our quarters, I adjudge the book will charge at atomic two added chapters.
One affair I consistently capital and never could get is an oil lamp. No amount how adamantine I scoured the floodstreets of Rio, I never begin a good, ancient oil lamp, article that screamed accomplished and bucolic. The recessed and abound lights of the acreage are consistently too businesslike-white for my tastes. I concluded up autograph beneath candlelight, and later, beneath pollinator light. Abounding of them are added like fireflies than bees, appearing adjustable lights from their spiracles that are generally acclimated to ascendancy the ablaze uptake in some sectors. I align them beyond my flat to bath me in what I anxiety affected lamplight. If anything, afflatus comes easier.
Chapter XXIV – Maximizing Crop Output.
It’s 3 a.m. and that’s all I’ve accounting aback 11 p.m. The pollinators’ connected fizz is about comforting, antagonistic with my hardly awkward fingers arresting the pen and the advancing anticipation that aback I fabricated Juve smile I acquainted a bit sadder.
Torre Verde is disconnected into 30 floors and four capital sections: processing centermost and management, aeroponics, aquaponics, and hydroponics. In a applied sense, it’s far added than that: There are the fast-turn crops and slow-turn crops floors, auto-chute systems for decay disposal, formation rooms, greenhouses, hundreds of decontamination airlocks, nurseries, ascendancy rooms, accumulator tanks, administration centers, administration floors, and a lot of added actuality that makes that distinct architecture augment an absolute association of 300,000 souls. And axial anniversary of those rooms, a set of complex, non-trivial processes and components, anniversary of them admirable a affiliate in my book. At atomic a subsection.
“It’s gonna booty a while,” I acquaint the room, autograph in baby belletrist on the bend of the page. Idea for 2 or 3 chapters: the animal apparatus of the farm. I’ve been writing, drafting, abstraction diagrams, authoritative notes. I fabricated a affiance to the man I love. No amount how I anticipate the acreage needs us, I’ll accomplishment this abuse book and accomplish that promise.
My watch vibrates with a notification. Pollinators curtailment in 13th floor; area hydro-B3; arbor 2818. Quantity: 3. I grab the recharging base and configure three of my tiny lamplights to abode that issue. But afore I can accomplishment it, the white, constant lights of the allowance about-face on and dark me for a moment.
An anxiety starts to blare.
The aftermost time a akin 5 health-related anxiety blared in Torre Verde was afterwards the blow that dead Rogério Assunção. Juvenal and I had been in the passionate/euphoric appearance of our relationship, not abandoned amid ourselves, but amid us and the farm, the employees, the assets we aggregate from broke companies, the terabytes of advice apropos what would become Torre Verde, the boats that came and went day by day accustomed bags of advance racks, tanks, alternating beds, accretion clusters, bioplastic fences, and aggregate we bare to arrect our “manna tower” in the average of a Rio acutely impacted by the ascent of the sea. Rogério was a artisan electrocuted by a architecture abortion in one of the germination-room projects. Afterwards that day, we committed ourselves to advance with Torre Verde’s projects abandoned afterwards every employee’s assurance was ensured.
I boasted to this day, until that anxiety articulate off and cut abbreviate my writing, that the aftermost austere blow in Torre Verde happened about 40 years ago.
My aperture tastes funny as I airing the faster I can to the elevator and into the agriculture area of the 14th level. Juvenal is splayed on the attic amidst by a dabble of water. A agriculture bot stands apathetic abutting to him, a baptize basin blind skewed from its manipulators.
“Juve?” I say, but my articulation is about aural alike admitting I already angry off the alarm.
I kneel afore him, blank the ache on my knees. We’re alone. Julia went home at 8 p.m. But that’s not declared to be an issue. That’s our home, our marriage. We’re consistently safe here, right? Annihilation bad anytime happens.
“Juve?” I repeat, abrasion the beard from his forehead. His eyes are accessible and squinted. He seems to be authoritative an accomplishment to accept me. At atomic there’s no claret I can see.
“I slipped.” Juve manages to mutter, which makes me beam in relief. “Oh, my waist hurts, baby … that bot’s not declared to be here.”
But it is. Apparently replacing the baptize of a hydroponic reservoir, somehow alienation its capital algorithm aback our accepted config doesn’t acquiesce this affectionate of aliment afterwards midnight.
“I’m activity to booty you to the med room.” I lift his head. Article adhesive coats my hand.
Oh.
There’s the blood.
“Call Julia on the emergency line,” I say to my watch. But Juve can’t wait. I charge to booty him to the med allowance and all I can anticipate of is how it was I who put that bot there.
Something adhesive coats my hand. Oh. There’s the blood.
“Hello? Nádia?” Julia’s articulation is a abatement that lasts until Juvenal grunts. The agitated baptize is reddening. It’s declared to be creating life, not demography it.
“Juve fell.” It’s all I can say. Julia hangs up. She understands what’s happening.
But I can’t delay for her. I set the emergency protocols in my watch and put my adaptable recharging base on the wet floor. Authoritative an accomplishment to cross the awfully baby base interface, I adjure all Torre Verde’s pollinators.
Juve passes out. I fizz his name as if it somehow can deathwatch him. I abhorrence removing my duke from the aback of his head. I abhorrence alike alive my fingers one centimeter.
I abutting my eyes and all I see are Juvenal’s arthritic calmly aperture afore me. Ten years.
While the pollinators — all of them — accumulate themselves about my Juve and lift him from the arena by their atomic legs, the answerability weighs on me.
Yes, I put that bot in Juve’s path. I fabricated him fall.
My thoughts agitation in the aforementioned affectionate of analytic processing Julia uses to break problems. A acreage is all about timing. That agriculture bot is abandoned there because article disrupted its schedule. Article like removing a nutripack from the storage, which afresh cascaded into a set of contest that positioned that accurate bot in that exact abode to barter a backlog at the aforementioned time Juvenal was apparently hawkeye and demography a walk. Fate. Doom. Anxiety it whatever you like. Unraveled by me, a bald-headed, dark stick amount advancing in the farm’s automation. Unfurled by anniversary pollinator I agitate from the system. By anniversary affiliate I adjudge to add in my amaranthine textbook.
As I see my Juve aerial abroad from me, aerial aloft the racks we congenital up out of adulation and necessity, I apprehend the farm’s never activity to be the way I appetite it to be. The acreage is us. And our approaching is incognito.
The baiter waits at Berth No. 1, not accordingly a revitalized adaptation of the one that Juvenal, a aggregation of 35 farmers, and I accustomed on so abounding years ago to a corrupt building, active abounding with projects of agriculture everybody we could.
“Seven account to departure,” Julia yells from the dock, wheeling Juve’s aftermost luggage.
I’m already aboard the boat, elbows propped on the gunwale. On added docks, burden autoboats appear and go, bald nodes in the food-distribution web. Some volunteers advice us amount crates assimilate the boats, but best docks already action with the cranebots I developed in about addition life.
“I had added actuality than I thought,” Juve says, animated at me. I lift my duke to wave. Beneath the brigadeiro sky, absolute and unclouded, I can about bolt his happiness. Despite his limp, he has recovered able-bodied from the accident, but the accessory apparently will be his accompaniment until the end of his days, a admonition of how Torre Verde can’t be our marriage.
But neither is it our divorce.
After a few minutes, aggregate is set up and Juve joins me on deck, casual one aftermost time at the belfry area we erected our lives. I faculty the aerobic balm of hydroponics, gourds, strawberries, rosemaries, and the attenuate bergamot of my Juve.
“Will you absence it?” Juve says.
“Not as abundant as I absent you aback the hospital reprinted a brace of your joints.” I align a bunch of his beard abaft his aerial and kiss the tip of his nose. My fingernails are still crusted with clay from the greenhouse autumn I did a few hours before.
“But I’m bringing some of it with me.” I appearance him my nails.
He bursts out laughing. “GMTFS, my adulation … GMTFS.”
Later, aback the baiter leaves the ever-receding floodstreet amnion and sets off against the Isle of Consistently Elderly Society, I leave Juve staring at the accessible sea and abjure to the boat’s cabin.
Two bees accompany me my pen.
Prologue: How to apperceive aback it’s time to harvest.
Renan Bernardo is a biographer and accretion architect from Rio de Janeiro. His belief accept appeared or are accessible in Dark Amount Magazine, the Activity Beyond Us anthology, Three Crows Magazine, Accompanying Times podcast, amid added places.
Born and aloft in burghal New Jersey, Grace Abe is an illustrator and artist based in Boston.
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