All things must come to an end.

 

 Oh, to be dancing.

 

“This vegetarian lifestyle really sucks,” Dina sighed, tugging at the weeds surrounding peas, tomatoes, and beans.

Dewy leaves now were dried in mid-day sun. Dina stretched and arched her back, standing to look around fields. People and friends just like her hard at work on summer harvest.  What life had been when all of this began…

Oh the times Dina relished when she had whirled around nightly fires, sparks rising up into a black sky.  Fairies had danced upon her fingertips and elves had woven rainbows through her hair. Dina had laughed, swirling and loving all in a colorful world.

Now hippy life and love appeared less and less meaningful after three years. The world now was black and white, the fires less, and fairies gone.  Dropping the clumps of weeds to the ground, Dina strode along the damp earth thinking...

All things must come to an end.

 

 

 

This a Wednesday Word post written in 2014. The underlined words were tossed out for writers to broaden their stories. This challenge was created by a fellow blogger Delores about 1o years or so. She passed the baton onto other bloggers.

 

 

 Go to -driftingthroughlife.blogspot.com/

 who continues to challenge people like me.  Each Wednesday she tosses out a list of 6 or 12 words to tease writers like me.  Check it out.