Here in Central Virginia we're in the deepest and most humid part of the long, long season of summer. The atmosphere is sweltering and steamy and there is a thunderstorm every afternoon. And every vacant lot or untended piece of turf gets swamped with vegetation.
At these times, I readily think of the story ‘Where the Summer Ends’
(1980) by Karl Edward Wagner.
While Wagner is best known for his novels about Kane, the red-haired sword and sorcery adventurer, Wagner could also be a competent writer of short stories. And among the best of these short stories is ‘Summer’, which first appeared in the 1980 anthology 'Dark Forces,' edited by Kirby McCauley.
The story also is printed in the anthology of southern ghost and supernatural stories 'Nightmares in Dixie' (1987), edited by McSherry, Waugh and Greenberg; and in 'The American Fantasy Tradition' (2002), edited by Brian M. Thomsen. And it's among the stories collected in Valancourt Books' 2023 reissue of Wagner's anthology, 'In A Lonely Place.'
“Where
the Summer Ends’ is set in Knoxville, Tennessee in the summer of 1977.
Mercer, the protagonist of the story, is an older college student who is
rehabbing a house in a seedy, gentrifying neighborhood. He furnishes his
house with items salvaged from the abandoned homes littering the area,
or, when the opportunity presents itself, with better-quality purchases from Grady, an elderly, cantankerous
‘antiques’ dealer who lives nearby. Grady has a fine mantelpiece that
Mercer covets; with the strategic application of the right amount of
liquor, maybe Grady will sell it for a price Mercer can afford.
The
summer is hot and sticky and there are thunderstorms nearly every
night. The entire ghetto has been overrun with kudzu, the fast-growing
shrub originally imported from Japan. It overgrows the deserted homes
and parking lots and playgrounds, and it’s even encroaching on Grady’s
house.
Mercer’s cat has gone missing.
Winos
and vagrants from the neighborhood are turning up dead; old Morny’s
corpse, mutilated and missing most of its skin, was discovered within a
stand of kudzu.
And Mercer, when he stands very still on the sidewalk on a sweltering afternoon, hears rustling and skittering noises coming from under the thick clumps of kudzu….
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