The Family From Souris

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
The story of a family from a small town on Prince Edward Island, passed down from my Grandfather to my Mother, and then onto me.

Submitted: November 15, 2018

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When I was younger, my mother had told me a story from her childhood that always stuck with me. My mother grew up in a different time and almost even, a different world. Life was a simpler version of complicated when she was a child herself. Where she lived was small in community, one of those places where everyone knows of everyone else without really knowing each other at all, at least not in truth. My mother had known of this family who lived on a farm and they were very self sufficient. The family possessed everything they could need, and so they rarely went into town. Their circle was small and consisted mostly of blood born members, yet the family was large and always easy to find on the red island they called home. Summer was coming to an end, and the family decided to go on a scavenge before the season took its change for winter. They harvested the last of their potatoes and carrots before taking to the woods in search of mother natures given treats. They picked berries, ferns, and mushrooms and then headed back home, arms full of their gatherings. In a perfect harmony that only a family can know, they prepared their rewarding meal and went to sit around their large dinner table. Around the table in their designated seats the family sat, the same as every other evening passed, and together they linked their hands to pray. They thanked god for their family, and all that they had, unknowing that soon this would change. They started to eat, and the room got real loud with the conversations filling the air. A few moments later, all was silent and still, so quiet that the sound of crickets replaced those of voices. A mistake had been made, a lapse in good taste, one that would cost them their lives. For the family had picked the most poisonous of mushrooms and had ate them in all their delight; they’d been cooked with the carrots which had hidden the taste of death. Soon the poison took over each of their bodies, and together they died around their dinner table. A few days passed before the truth of the families death was discovered, for their circle was small and they rarely went to town. 


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