NaNoWri
Picking Apples for the Summer Queen
It always struck me as odd to be picking apples for the Summer Queen. She only eats the Galas as they're one of the few that are ready during the summer. Most are Autumn fruits and she is gone by then.
Where does she go? I do not know, none follow her through the door. None really care, she'll be back again in nine months and that days will pass quickly if one doesn't think about it. And the Autumn Prince and the Winter Queen and the Spring Prince are there to think about instead.
Someone makes a speech about how those who don't know the names of the lost aren't feeling anything really. You can't feel grief unless you know the names of the dead. No one knows the Summer Queen's name. Only the title. So when the time has passed there's no grief, no loss, no reasons to mourn so wave hallo to the incoming Autumn Prince.
But I, I miss her dreadful when she goes. And the looks of non-comphrension on the faces of those around me really ticks me off. I pick apples for the Summer Queen after she goes through the door, my favorite varities that ripen after she is gone and I spend the rest of the year searching for her.
It always struck me as odd to be picking apples for the Summer Queen. She only eats the Galas as they're one of the few that are ready during the summer. Most are Autumn fruits and she is gone by then.
Where does she go? I do not know, none follow her through the door. None really care, she'll be back again in nine months and that days will pass quickly if one doesn't think about it. And the Autumn Prince and the Winter Queen and the Spring Prince are there to think about instead.
Someone makes a speech about how those who don't know the names of the lost aren't feeling anything really. You can't feel grief unless you know the names of the dead. No one knows the Summer Queen's name. Only the title. So when the time has passed there's no grief, no loss, no reasons to mourn so wave hallo to the incoming Autumn Prince.
But I, I miss her dreadful when she goes. And the looks of non-comphrension on the faces of those around me really ticks me off. I pick apples for the Summer Queen after she goes through the door, my favorite varities that ripen after she is gone and I spend the rest of the year searching for her.