A Cold Spring–Episode 1: A Cherry Tomato 16 comments


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“A Cold Spring” by Sorchia DuBois

Episode 1: A Cherry Tomato

 A cherry tomato.

 

That’s what I want.

 

I’ve craved it for the entire cold, dark winter. The subtle pop as the marble-sized, red globe separates from the calyx. The delectable crunch between the teeth and the sweet explosion of tangy, blood-warm juice. A fresh-picked, sun-warmed, red, ripe cherry tomato.

 

But Spring is late and my spindly plants need more light.  The sky today—as nearly every day of my exile—threatens a cold rain. I mound mud around the delicate stems, patting gently.

 

Solanum lycopersicum of the variety cerasiforme cultivated by the Aztecs in the fifth century and brought to Europe by Hernán Cortés in 1521—unless Christopher Columbus beat him to it nearly twenty years earlier—valued for soups and sauces, elegant in salads, and a distant relative of the deadly nightshade––belladonna––the witch’s herb. Hairy stem and dog-toothed leaves prickle my palm, their pungent odor a greeting and a warning.

 

A flutter in my belly reminds me I’ve crouched in the garden for far too long.  I sit back on the soggy ground, lift my shirt, and inspect my distended abdomen. A tiny foot-shaped bulge blossoms beside my flattened, stretched navel. She doesn’t like being cramped and she’s not shy about letting me know.

 

With a rolling undulation from one side of my belly to the other, she curls into a comfortable ball. I caress the firm mound where she nestles just out of reach, moving my hand over her indistinct outline.

 

“Not long now,” I whisper to her.

 

“It will be alright,” I whisper to myself.

 

A chilly wind fingers the back of my neck. The fine hair on my arms prickles and a buzz in my head drowns out the cawing crows.  Between one breath and the next, a vision rises from the garden mud. Beyond my control, these visions have visited me often in recent months– horrifying replays of devastation and death.

 

The phantasm twists it’s tendrils in my hair before I can run, unfurls fronds of color and light and fear, holds me in a sticky embrace. All I can do is clutch the ragged tufts of last year’s grass and hold on.

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See you Monday with Episode 2: Burning


About SorchiaD

Award-winning author Sorchia Dubois lives in the piney forest of the Missouri Ozarks with eight cats, two fish, one dog, and one husband. A proud member of the Scottish Ross clan, Sorchia incorporates all things Celtic (especially Scottish) into her works. She can often be found at Scottish festivals watching kilted men toss large objects for no apparent reason.

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