Alan checked that the tether keeping his Triffid to its stake was secure. It would not do for the plant to go wandering freely about his garden. If it got out, he could end up with a huge lawsuit.
The Triffid was just slightly larger than he was. Some strains grew much taller, but they did not have the pretty pink petals that his Triffid had.
The plant struggled and strained at its tether, but the restraint was secure.
"You'd like to go free, I know," said Alan. "You'd love to wander off. But I like you too much for that. You look such a pretty thing next to that shrub."
Alan was not so sentimental a man as to talk to flowers, but somehow this walking, moving plant seemed to bring it out of him. The thing seemed more like an animal than a plant.
The Triffid began to beat the odd stick-like appendages on its stalk. It made an eerie clacking noise. In the distance, Alan could hear another Triffid clacking in the garden of one of the neighbours.
"I sometimes think that noise is a mating call. Are you pining for a lost love?" asked Alan with a laugh.
The Triffid moved its flower, as though turning to look at its owner. Alan knew the plant had no eyes and could not be looking at him, yet he could not get the thought out of his mind that the flower was glaring at him.
"You hate me, don't you? You'd just love to hit me with your sting and eat me up once I've started to rot. It's a good job I keep your sting nice and short so you can't do that."
The Triffid was a pretty thing, but it was undeniably sinister. It seemed out of place here in a garden in Hertfordshire. It seemed more suited to some thick and steamy jungle; a primal environment where it could lurk and feed on prey at will. In the dark heart of some rainforest, a Triffid would surely be a terrifying adversary.
"You know, you gave me a nightmare the other day. I had a dream that there were hordes of you Triffids hunting me down. Good job that will never happen!"
Alan heard his wife calling him in for dinner. He had planned to trim the Triffid's sting. Never mind, he could always do that tomorrow morning.
"I'd better go in and have my tea," said Alan. "They said on the news a comet is on its way tonight. They say it will be the most beautiful night sky ever seen by man. Just a shame you haven't got any eyes to see it. Goodbye, my poor blind mate!"