He whistled to his comrades to run – the humans were at it again.
It had all started in the winter of ’14 – the winter that never truly ended. So many had died; so many younglings that never woke up.
Now, life rarely managed to struggle through the dry, crusted ice that covered the world. Those with the biggest teeth, fiercest claws and toughest hide snatched at it first, anyway. Bark, snails and grubs weren’t plentiful, but at least they could still be found.
Cold and starving, the winter burrow became their only burrow. Each year it went deeper and deeper, as the frost line chased them into the earth. Other things chased them into the earth, too – things that had claws and teeth to gnash and tear, but not the hides to protect them from the raw winds.
Man had begun to dig. Their holes made the earth tremble. They brought fire down below and choked out what was left of the life there. He and his people moved beyond their reach, but they kept coming, ever deeper to escape the cold.
Their cities withered and died up top, but what was left of man no longer remembered what life was like in the sun. They were wrinkled and pale under their coating of dirt. With fingers crabbed and backs stooped, their lives had become fierce and bloody.
He knew because when they first descended into the ground, they brought what was left of their learning with them. But even as the humans forgot, he and his kin began to remember.
It was a bitter trade.
He whistled again. The younglings were too far behind. He scampered back, tried to rally them.
So tired. So tired of running.
Every Full Snow Moon, it was the same thing. What was left of man begged the gods to let the ice recede.
No, he shrilled. We have to survive – you have to survive, to teach the next generation.
Maybe if the younglings lived, one day things would change. Maybe they would reclaim the sky.
The earthen wall behind him crumbled. They had come. The younglings scampered and he snatched and bit at the reaching hands. They swiped at his fur and their claws dug in his skin. He wanted desperately to flee, but they would just keep chasing him.
No. He would run no more. He would make his stand here, and give his kin the chance to flee to deeper, warmer, lands.
The humans were armed with more than their hands and jagged claws, but he didn’t see it until it was too late. The club came down and all went black.
When he woke, the whispers of lost lore surrounded him. They filled his ears and made his heart ache.
“Will it be spring?”
“Will the snows recede?”
“Will the sun shine on us again?”
They didn’t even know what the words meant anymore. It was all part of the play. So many of his kin had given their lives for this charade and now it was his turn, too. At least the younglings would live to see tomorrow. It was enough.
The groundhog never stood a chance. The knife flashed in the weak firelight, and the remnants of humanity cackled and cried over his blood.
For Papi Z’s flash fiction prompt: “The Ground Hog never stood a chance,” in honor of the never-ending winter of 2014.
In other News
D: Congratulations, A.
A: Um. . . pardon?
D: Congratulations. It’s your 200th post.
A: Oh yeah, it is. Good lord, how did that happen?
D: I’m not sure. For a scribe who spent 10 years not writing, 200 posts in less than a year isn’t bad.
A: I’d say – and considering Ragnarok is nigh, I made the milestone just in time!
D: So, how do you think that’s going to pan out?
A: Loki. Loki wins.
D: That’s not even – it wasn’t a question of who–
A: Doesn’t matter. Loki wins.
D: (Eye Roll) Odin help us.
A: Ha! Not bloody likely.
So, that’s all for today, folks – thank you so much for stopping by the D/A Dialogues. We’ve had a lot of fun these last 200 posts. Here’s to 200 more!
16 thoughts on “Deeper”
Well done my dear. Though you made the ground hog a tiny bit sympathetic in this one. 😉
I know (couldn’t help it), but he got his in the end! 🙂
Congratulations on your 200th post! And this story was a perfect way to celebrate 🙂 I really enjoyed your story, Katie, and I think it works very well. I think you make it clear (or at least highly suggest) at the beginning that the perspective is from some other creature, not from a human. But you link the two: “But even as the humans forgot, he and his kin began to remember. It was a bitter trade.” (I love these lines by the way. Gave me chills.) Really well done!
Thank you so much, Marie! I just kept seeing the little guy burrowing through the ground, so I knew I had to do it from his perspective!
Yes, indeed, and you really did a fine job of it. Looking forward to more 🙂
Ingrates on 200, darling. Excellent writing – the twist with the groundhog was a bit weird, but good nonetheless.
Thank you – and yeah, it was a bit weird. Looking at it now, I should have made the distinction better that it was an animal’s perspective and really really far in the future, but I was having too much fun turning groundhog’s day on its head!
Neat story. Totally didn’t see that twist coming, lol. Maybe Ragnorak will be tomorrow 😉
I think you’re right – It’s supposed to take 100 days, after all. Maybe that’s why its so bloody cold – the wolf already swallowed the sun! 😉
I always liked Heimdall.
I only know him from the movie – but he was pretty cool, too!
In the actual legend, Heimdall and Loki kill each other during Ragnarok. I think only 7 gods survive the whole thing.
My Norse legendarium is terrible (the boy has to school me on it all the time). But when I looked him up, he did sound pretty cool – in the comics and the actual legends. (I don’t actually think Loki should win – he just looked so happy in the gif!)
Loki has a major fan following these days. I wonder if he’s the real god and he’s just manipulating mortals to become his army. 😀
Ooooh, that’s sneaky (and sounds like something Loki would do, too!).
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