Every single year, in the last week of August, the families in my hometown pray that there's no Rhododendron blossom on their doorstep.
My town was otherwise completely normal. It was a small community, one where everybody knew each other. There were a lot of woods and plain fields and the houses had beautiful gardens. A perfect place to live, one could say.
Growing up here had been as amazing as a childhood could be. Everyone around here had kids, so I had plenty of people to play with. We had stayed outside until dawn, explored the nearby woods, rode on our bikes all around town, played hide and seek in the corn fields. As we grew older, we spent our time by the river. My group of friends had become smaller over the years, but that wasn't uncommon.
Anyways, my childhood had been great.
And yet, every year we feared to find a Rhododendron on our doorstep.
Harvest Week wasn't something the adults would tell a kid about. But kids are perceptive, way more than most adults give them credit for. They listen, they think, they make connections. And most importantly, they talk to each other. That's how I heard about Harvest Week when I was fourteen years old.
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The Harvest
Mystery / Thriller!Info for the story! Cypress can symbolize death and mourning. Yellow Poppy can symbolize wealth and success. Plumeria can symbolize life and new beginnings. Rhododendron can symbolize purity or innocence, but is also related to death and danger. Ta...
