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Tuesday, October 1, 2024

DEADLY HARVEST_An Untold Tale of the Son of Lucas and Ingrid of the DARK HOLLYWOOD series of books

 

Yesterday, a ring of evil looking mushrooms appeared in the grass in front of my apartment door.

No other apartment had them across the entire sprawling complex. 

None did today. 

But my mushrooms had multiplied ... 

and gotten closer.

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HOW YOU DIE
(999 words)
 
Nola bizi, hala hil. 

(How you live is how you will die.)
– Basque proverb






Scofield studied me with eyes holding all the warmth of a hawk’s.  


 “ I’m unsettled by the mushrooms,” she said with a voice as cold as her green eyes.


We were playing chess and not eating her cooking. Not that I would be so foolish as to eat her cooking.   

Her last name wasn't Scofield any more than mine was Templar.


  Her beauty when young was legendary, leading to the death of many of her assignments.   

Even in her sixties, Scofield was striking.


“There’s much that’s unsettling at Dunwich Estates.”


Her voice cracked with fear.   

“Those black mushrooms just appeared at the farthest mansion … 

their ring sprouting at twilight, circling a dead cat, though by dawn the cat was gone.”


 A black cat strolled lazily out from under the table to rub against my leg.

Scofield paled.  

 “When did you get a cat?”


I turned up the corners of my lips.  “There are worse things awaiting the living than death.”



Her thin lips tightened.  “I was enjoying the south of France until the Service forced me to move next to you.”

“You could have said ‘No’.”


“Ending up on the same list as you?”


“I’ve been on that list a long time.  I’m still here.”


“How have you managed that?”


“I … find a way to arrange a win/win situation for myself and … uneasy allies.”


The cat moved as if to rub against Scofield’s leg, and she rose quickly.  

 “I have to go.”

I watched her almost run to the front door, flinging it open, 


revealing a full moon against a stark night sky as if it had hungrily devoured all the stars.




The cat laughed in a man’s voice, “Tókša akhé.”   


‘Later’ in Dakota.


It looked up at me with hungry eyes. 


“Soon,” I promised.   


Its eyes said it had better be damn soon.  Emphasis on the damned.


 In the following days, I went about keeping my word.  

 I built one Dakota Burial Platform after another on the front lawn of my estate 

until the grounds bristled like some grotesque beard.

***

I was putting the finishing touches on the last platform 

when the black cat flowed out of the deepening twilight shadows. 

“Osiceca.”


I know. The storm is almost here.  We’ve run out of time.”

Scofield appeared as if out of nowhere, holding a bowl of liquid.  I sniffed.  


 Mushroom soup.


Her voice was still her own. 

 “The lights have gone out all over Dunwich Estates.  Only your estate and mine have lights on at night.   

One manor after another has been swallowed up by those damn mushrooms.”

“Doesn't explain that soup.”



“Arthur’s grounds were taken over last night. I took these mushrooms from his front yard.”


“The President of the Community Board?”


“He wouldn’t answer any of my phone calls.  I went over to his front door just now 

and saw him and his wife standing motionless in the front room just staring at one another, 

their lips wiggling but no sounds coming out.”

I shrugged.  “At least none that human ears could hear.”


“Damn you!  You know something, don’t you?”


“The developers of these estates really knew how to pick their sites.   

Not just any Dakota burial site, mind you, but one whose spiritual energies blocked the way to ….”

I trailed off, not having the words that an assassin bred in the “real world” would understand.

“Dakota?  I thought you were Basque.”



I nodded.  “My grandmother was full Basque.  


 My grandfather didn’t stay around long enough to tell my father just what he was.”

“He was Dakota?”

“Apache.  But Elu's ability to inhabit dead animals helped him get around.”



Scofield asked as if to a madman, “Was that his name?”

I nodded to the black cat studying her like a red-tailed hawk would a lame mouse. 


Is his name.  Meet my uneasy ally.  Everyone from the Service who've tried to kill me already have.”

Scofield dumped out the soup with a hurried flick of a wrist. 


The cat laughed in a very unfeline way.  She paled.




I nodded to the tiny mushrooms sprouting up from the spilled soup.  
  
“As you have lived so you will die.  You failed them.  I’m sure they don’t forgive.”

“H-Help me.”

“You sowed the seeds. Now, comes the harvest.”

“Please!”

“If you run fast enough, you might make it to your front door before our possessed neighbors drag you down.”


Scofield watched the growing black mushrooms with ever-widening eyes for a heartbeat, then raced away into the night.

“Spry for her age.”




The cat grunted: “Hiya Onsi La?”


“No mercy in war, Elu.”


In the darkness beyond my gate, Scofield cried out.  


 Once.




I looked down at the impassive gaze of the cat. 

 Its eyes said there was a justice not written in books nor found in any court.


In the 19th century, the railroads exterminated the buffalo to force the Dakota onto reservations. 


After a harsh winter, the Minnesota government withheld food and payment for their lands. 

“Let them eat grass,” said one trader.


Bloodshed ensued, ending with the largest mass execution in U.S. history, 38 Santee warriors, 


after a trial of five minutes with neither attorneys nor witnesses allowed.


I looked up at the diamond dust of the Milky Way, the Hanging Road, which led to the Camp of the Dead.   



Trudging through my gate, the possessed of Dunwich Estates silently swayed and suddenly stopped.  

 Glazed eyes studied my 38 burial platforms for long moments.


Flying whips of fire hissed down from the sky to consume those platforms.   


What emerged were grim-faced figures of living flame. 

 The Wana’gi Elu called them.

In Karmic retribution, the Wana’gi sprang at the mushroom-controlled humans 


dispossessing the bodies and claiming them for their own.





More darts of strange fire sizzled down from the stars toward the houses beyond.

“Come, Grandson,” gruffed Elu’s voice from the cat.   


“As a White, you will not be welcomed.”

I nodded, walking into that darkness which never forgets … nor forgives.



13 comments:

  1. Woah, Roland. What a tale. Must admit I was captivated by the beautiful images also. A fitting Halloween creepy story. Gotta watch out for those mushrooms. I like the way you incorporated some tribal history, Fine work. And great to have you writing for WEP.

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    1. Alice in Wonderland taught me to beware of mushrooms!

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  2. You've got it all here! Potentially deadly mushrooms, a mysterious black "cat" with interesting linguistic talents and native history. Once again, you've entangled me in one of your tales.

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  3. Sensational as always, Roland! Perfect for Halloween.

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  4. I have always loved your tribal references Roland. I love mythology. A beautiful rendition. Loved the musical reference too. That sullen darkness is fitting to your prose. You have turned me on to some awesome music over the years. Way cool excerpt, really loved it.

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  5. This tale draws the reader into a difficult to understand world, one fraught with anger and deception. I did feel sorry for Scofield. Even the cat had no sympathy. Interesting how the very real history is woven into the dark yet fascinating tale.

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  6. Hi,
    This is very good and you had me bound as I read it until the end. There will be a reckoning day, but no one knows when. I believe that.
    Shalom shaom

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  7. A very spooky tale. Though with the encroaching mushrooms I figured it would have something to do with fairies. I was pleased to be wrong. Well done

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  8. This was awesome. I love tales with cats, and mushroom rings are intriguing. I like the use of both here. And Elu - a fascinating spirit/god. I listened to the music also - you always have great music and some of my favorite new loves have come from your recommendations. Thanks for this interesting story. I will have nightmares when my cat snuggles up next to me tonight :_

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  9. Wow! So, so well done. I was hooked right from the beginning and superb imagination with the mushrooms, the cat, everything creepy. Loved how you Incorporated the pictures. A perfect fit for the theme.

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  10. Hi Roland ... not nice at all ... the spirits rise and absorb us ... or teach us, if we're prepared to learn and remember. Mushrooms - beware ... as the others have said a very unearthly WEP - cheers Hilary

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  11. Fantastic read for Indigenous People Day. Great story. Well written. I especially enjoyed the cat.

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