After a long time, rough hands picked up the pile of flax in which Lina was buried. Together, the plants were all carried somewhere in a creaking, jolting cart. One by one,they were taken off the cart and away. Lina shivered as she waited and wondered. What now?
Finally the hands came for her. They carried her to an evil-looking comb with long, sharp teeth, and to her despair, they dragged her though the teeth, removing the one good thing she had left - all her seeds. Her seedhead had been Lina's pride and joy, nourished and fed through the late summer. She had given up her beautiful blue blossoms for those seeds. Now they were gone, and she was an empty shell - just a dead, brown stalk.
She was thrown on a different cart with other headless stalks, and lay there, dazed.
It didn't matter now what happened to her.
To be continued. . .
Repairing the Breach,
Debbonnaire
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