Fruits of the Heart
This was it. The moment when her future would end, when the heavens would rip open and pour out the souls of the unfortunate, or when the sun would fade away and leave her alone in the dark. And she prayed.
She prayed for the souls she had yet to meet, and those she would leave behind. Her heart swelled with her last thoughts, growing with the fruits that she left behind – horticulture of her heart. But all cohesive thoughts rushed from her mind as she heard the words, as she felt the floor rushing upwards.
Yes, this was it.