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Sweet or Sour

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The crisp autumn air nipped at the noses of the children as they wandered throughout the spacious fields. Their hands aimlessly searched for the faultless lump of cabbage whose thriving carcass lay dormant within the rows of vegetation.

A girl, no older than seventeen tugged at the edges of the rags she had draped about her shoulders in an attempt to warm her chilled flesh. Her vibrant ginger locks danced in a passing gust of wind - emerald irises veiled by a slip of fabric tied firmly about her thin face. She dug at a mound of dirt like a miner ravaging for coal.

"Evelyn. Evelyn," cried a motherly voice. Her hands beckoned toward her lone offspring, who stood detached from the hustle of eager children roaming the vast emptiness.

The birdlike cry was lost within the tumble of the wind, her call never reaching the ears of her daughter whom knelt within the field, her hands diligently cultivating the soil.

Wrapping her bony fingers around a billowing lump, Evelyn tugged with all her might. The plant gave-way and the girl tumbled backwards. She eagerly peeled off the blindfold and viewed a web of roots and clumps of mud clinging to the mass of limbs protruding from the leafy, green vegetable.

Tears sprung to her eyes in response to the lovely sight fore she was to marry a man of luxury. Her heart somersaulted at the recollection of dreams she had as a child: fancy visions of luxurious items that would decorate her body, rich-tasting food that will tickle her palate, and the weight of gems and precious metals that would hang from the lobes of her ears.

"Tabhair a bheith milis," the young girl cooed, her soft voice swallowed by the howl of the wind.

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Blindfolded local girls would go out into the fields and pull up the first cabbage they could find.

If their cabbage had a substantial amount of earth attached to the roots then there future loved one would have money.

Eating the cabbage would reveal the nature of their future husband - bitter or sweet!

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This is the short story (very short) of Evelyn Connolly, a young Irish girl.

Please enjoy :3
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shelleypalmer's avatar
This is lovely. Richly painted to capture an unusual event.