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Seedless
A Seductive Tale of Grief, Growth, and the Things We Bury
Your wife dies suddenly, and you're left with her garden-overgrown, stubborn, seeded with memories. You don't cry. You dig. You plant watermelon. And somehow... they grow.
Not just grow-they flourish.
Thick-skinned. Blood-sweet. Better than anything sold in stores.
You start selling them. Farmer's markets. Roadside stands. Local restaurants.
They become a sensation.
Something about them tastes like sex. Feels like sin.
Told entirely in second person, Seedless is a transgressive psychological horror short story that roots deep into the unsettling intersection of grief, obsession, and organic perfection. You were a husband. Now you're a widower. And when your wife took her own life, something inside you fractured-something words couldn't reach.
All that's left is her soil, and your silence. You step in to honor her. To stay busy. To survive. And then the melons come-lush, flawless, impossibly ripe. You don't know what you're doing right. You just keep doing it.
But strange fruit grows from strange grief.
And you start to wonder what, exactly, is buried beneath your feet.
Curious? Take a bite.
Your wife dies suddenly, and you're left with her garden-overgrown, stubborn, seeded with memories. You don't cry. You dig. You plant watermelon. And somehow... they grow.
Not just grow-they flourish.
Thick-skinned. Blood-sweet. Better than anything sold in stores.
You start selling them. Farmer's markets. Roadside stands. Local restaurants.
They become a sensation.
Something about them tastes like sex. Feels like sin.
Told entirely in second person, Seedless is a transgressive psychological horror short story that roots deep into the unsettling intersection of grief, obsession, and organic perfection. You were a husband. Now you're a widower. And when your wife took her own life, something inside you fractured-something words couldn't reach.
All that's left is her soil, and your silence. You step in to honor her. To stay busy. To survive. And then the melons come-lush, flawless, impossibly ripe. You don't know what you're doing right. You just keep doing it.
But strange fruit grows from strange grief.
And you start to wonder what, exactly, is buried beneath your feet.
Curious? Take a bite.
70 pages, Kindle Edition
Published July 12, 2025
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