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This is the third and final part of a three-part short story from my growing collection of pieces. It is called: Farmer. complete, it consists of 500 words.
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Although it was not necessary, H’rald always followed the traditional rituals of his Caste when it came to the Night of Transplanting. He ended his five-day fast with a feast of traditional dishes, redolent with the herbs and spices of his childhood. His utilitarian bathroom was transformed with the light of handmade candles and the bath was filled with a frothy mix of modern minerals and mystic herbs. He lay, submerged in the waters, allowing his recording of the ancient Chants to draw him into a deep state of meditation.
Emerging from the water, he dried off, and walked, naked, to the already prepared transplanting chamber.
Standing in the centre of the now sealed glassiform tube, H’rald felt the fine spray of decontaminant and anaesthetic on his skin. The thin mechanical arms of the transplanter emerged, making swift their incisions and insertions. A spray of sealant finished the process.
That night, H’rald dreamed of the burrowing of roots, the emergence of leaves, and the fruiting of exotic life-giving vines.
©Kim Magennis 2017
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