When Summer Ends

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“This vegetarian lifestyle is against man,” Dina sighed, tugging at the weeds surrounding peas, tomatoes, and beans. Hot pain had formed in her lower back two tomato rows ago.

Dewy leaves now were dried in midday sun. Dina stretched, arching 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. Totalitarianism ruled her world now, all black and white, with fires less,  and fairies gone.  Dropping the clumps of weeds to the ground and raising her chin high, Dina strode over the damp earth. I'm outta here.

All things come to an end.

This is a post from Summer 2015. Delores provided strange but challenging and fun words.

Dark and Light: Soul Black and Heart White Ch. 1

abandoned gold mine

Darkness dropped quickly, leaving a starless sky ominous with heavy silence. Anam** hovered protectively around Snow White as she paced in the dwarfs' cottage. Through a swirling mist, Anam whispered, There she be. There she waits. For you. Snow White wrapped Anam tightly about her, "Yes, Anam. Close by. Soon. Final, an end."

For the weeks Snow had dwelt in the cottage, all seven had returned at dusk from their old mine. One night ago, only six returned. Last night, only five. Now four exhausted dwarfs trudged into sight, ducking into a warm cottage.

Karl? Petra?  There was no surprise. Both were unstable and filled with anger, but Gunther?

"Where's Gunther? Where?" Her frantic question vibrated in their stone cottage. Four remaining dwarfs shrugged their shoulders, but blanched and pale faces showed more. One whispered. "Couldn't see, But some'n grabbed 'im. Stole "im away."

Anam soaked into Snow White as she tore open the door and raced into a velvet night. Save, you will not. Has them all.

Flickering lamps reflected veins of gold, illuminating a path into the mine. Snow groped her way along jagged walls. Down there, she is. And deep it is. The wall had been a sealed wall of boulders which now opened with a grating groan, showering shards of granite to reveal itself.

Pebbles tumbled down a dark path leading to a cavern where shadows bounced through and off the boulders. Sobbing and groaning seeped from a far corner. Stumbling became running as Snow White emerged into a massive cavern where wall no longer glittered with gold, but were coated with blood still oozing over stone.

**Gaelic:
Aingeal (ine-gull) : spirit being
Cailleach (kile-yuh) Kylyu: witch
Anam (ahn-uhm) : immortal, non-material part of a person