And that's exactly what happens. Except it's all just a repeat.
Where'd I go in the explosion, and how am I still alive? Why did Stuart warn me about a little girl dressed up like a flower? Why do I keep dreaming about Brazil?
Told with gripping realism, The Killing Flower thrusts the unnamed narrator into the war of the YouTube generation-raw, unfiltered, instantly famous but unimportant, graphic and shocking and ignored. Enemies are anonymous and everywhere. IEDs explode randomly by cell phone. Prescription drugs, recurring nightmares, PTSD-inside, the vines are closing in.
Trapped between the lies those around him seem to believe and the lies he's been telling himself, he is taunted by the reality: he's failed as a hero, and now it's too late. He needs a do-over, a chance to change the world-a chance to suggest the one solution that's never been tried.