This is a weird little fable, and Hudak’s language is so visual – horrifying and lovely in equal amounts. I would love to see this turned into a short film, I think it would translate beautifully.

…her father wrested the phone from her and hurled it across the living room, where it hit Lisa in the back of the head. The pain was abrupt and shocking. Almost immediately, a patch of dandelions erupted from the center of the emerging welt, pushing through Lisa’s hair and blossoming sunny yellow before rapidly disintegrating into white tufts. Her parents stood, stunned into silence. Her mother held out a hand to catch one of the floating seed pods and burst out crying.

“I’m sorry,” her father said, his voice shaking. “I’m so sorry.”