Photo: Sue Vincent
They would come out when dark was complete under a moon that was yet to be reborn.
First a scout would be sent. One not quite old enough to have their wisdom be missed, but not quite so young that they’d be careless or uninformed. It was an honor and a worry, both. For not all scouts returned, and laws dictated that no one is to follow and the outing abandoned until the next dark comes. The safety of the colony outweighed any singular life, no matter how heartbroken they were over losing one of their own or how many nightmares wracked the communal dreams for many sleeps afterwards.
Most times, blessed be the hidden stars, the scout would return safely. If they confirmed that all was as it should be, any who could walk would funnel topside through the tunnels that honeycombed their underground world, and out into the rocky canyon which was formed a million years ago by a whip of light from the stars.
The colony would climb over hills of leaves and navigate the muddy ponds at the bottom of the canyon, all in silence that only the heartbeats in their collective chests would pierce. For the predators were many and the colonists were small and peaceable. They lacked fangs or claws and were opposed to weaponry. The universe that sprawled beyond the walls of their rock canyon provided the provisions they required. They took the danger with the blessings.
Once beyond the relative shelter of the canyon walls, they’d fan out to forage and gather: edible leaves, stalks of grass for feed and weave and bedding, acorns, nuts, seeds, berries, and the occasional fallen fruit or discovered tuber that required many hands to trundle back into the tunnels where they lived.
They’d work until the elder who tracked the darkness passed the whisper to return, and they would fall in line to carry the final batches home.
The last to enter the canyon would pull a broom of leaves behind them – a gesture of traditional thanks for the sustenance, and a practical act for sweeping away many footsteps. The ancients had tunneled pathways for them to emerge into the night from, but there was no need to make those very pathways highways to decimation. They took care to not be known.
With all returned, the elders would seal the rocky door and bless it closed, and the colony would sigh relief as the rock itself would seem to whisper as it settled into slumber til the next unborn moon darkened the sky.
For Sue Vincent’s WritePhoto Challenge
Na'ama Yehuda 
This is brilliant, Na’ama!
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Thanks, Sue … 🙂
I’ve never quite grown up, and I guess sometimes it shows … 😉
(PS I have no intention of growing up fully)
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I am not at all convinced that growing up is obligatory 😉
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Yep. I’m a law abiding person, but as I didn’t see it written anyplace I had to sign underneath that I HAD to grow up, I don’t find growing up to be a binding expectation … 😉
Na’ama
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I can realte to that 😉
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😀
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Na’ama, your writing is superb. You need to write a book to continue the story.
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Thank you, my friend! 🙂
I would be fun to delve a bit more into their lives, now, eh?
That said, I wrote four books already … does it count? 😉 Not about these little colonists but …still …
Well, one is a professional book, and the other three are novels (more info under the “Books and publications” tab).
🙂
Na’ama
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Definitely going to the tab, thank you!
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🙂 Yay. Thank YOU!.
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You write the book and I promise to buy a copy!
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oooooooooh! Now … that might be enough of an incentive … 😉
Thank you for reading and for such fun and inspiring comments! 🙂
Na’ama
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You are welcome!
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What a precarious existence. You told the story well.
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Thank you, Suzanne! 🙂
It would be, wouldn’t it? And yet, for so many living beings it often is …
xoxo
Na’ama
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Yes, the world can be a very cruel place sometimes.
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Indeed it can be. It can also be a beautifully gentle, caring, loving place, even if those moments/people/places/events get a lot less ‘coverage’ and make less waves. Good runs deep.
I like good. 🙂
Na’ama
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I like your story! We had similar thoughts, though with different outcomes.
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Ohhhh … I’m curious now! Heading right over! 🙂
Na’ama
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🙂
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your flying imagination is amazing. loved it
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🙂 Yay! 🙂
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