Image: Privet's Farm (here)
Privet’s Farm, isolated from other farms sat exposed to the
elements.....
It held its own in trite isolation
'It is my insistence, you hear me' he bellowed.
Workers helped out barely a few weeks ago but many left literally for
greener pastures. A sudden weather change made it considerably
warmer. The greenery withered. He could not stop them. He did not
call them to work there in the first place
'They came on their own. They stumbled in here. The luscious orange
grove then attracted them' he added. The workers were happily
entrenched, family and all for two seasons. They decided to go!
'The workers were discouraged from staying on!' he said 'and left on
their own accord'
Privet took the cue and decided he too was not about to pursue his
farming days anymore. Perhaps he would sell the farm to seek his
fortune in the city.
(147 words)
Note: picture prompt above was provided with
an opening sentence and we are to finish the story
using an additional 100 to 150 words.
goin ta town, eh?
ReplyDeletePerhaps a change is as good as a rest as the saying goess.
ReplyDeleteGreat read.
Yvonne.
Each life has its obstacles indeed
ReplyDeleteGood one Hank, I like where you took this and sadly many farmers have done just that, packed up and moved to the city...
ReplyDeleteHank: My friend 'my frilly freudian slip' is unable to post comments on blogspot but she has asked me to pass this comment on to you:
ReplyDelete"Thanks for participating.
Well done! Privet's farm actually became a winery. But a great nod to climate change and off-farm migration."
1.Thanks for helping out, Michael! 2.A winery would be a good alternative!
DeleteHank