“The tulips along the border are redder than ever, opening, no longer wine cups but chalices; thrusting themselves up, to what end? They are, after all, empty. When they are old they turn themselves inside out, then explode slowly, the petals thrown out like shards.”
Excerpt From: Atwood, Margaret. “The handmaid’s tale.” Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 1986-10-14 23:00:00+01:00.