She stared at the building covered in dead vines and wildly gyrating roses. Amara stifled a laugh as she watched them dance.
"Could you do me a favor?" Mollie pushed her sweaty bangs out of her eyes with a shaking hand.
"Hmm?"
"The roses have started doing the Macarena, and it´s freaking me the fuck out. Could you make them stop?

Author: Dana Marie Bell