FIRE AND ICE 

By Tessa Harvey


    The next morning, early, Helga marched from her home, chin held high, step firm. The newly emergent sun slanted light across the ice and snow glittering in the icicles and the myriad crystals scattered across the land. Everyone was happy. It had been dark for so long. Even though the sun was low and stayed that way like a golden ball drifting along the horizon, everyone rejoiced. They stirred, shaking off sleep.
    Kurt next door watched Helga leave, curious. She didn't like to stay overnight anymore. Perhaps she was just growing up. He noticed the girl carried fishing tackle and an ice-saw. Still, her parents had taught her basic survival skills. He turned away, shrugged and headed out to join some of the other men. They hunted only what they needed and used every part of the animal they killed.
    Helga was having a good day, catching several fish. She felt happy, confident - until she fell.

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