The crop

crop 21.3.14

He woke up, the birds were silent. His small field was filled with them every day, it was time for harvest.

He came out to see if something was wrong.

His crops looked strange, did someone poisoned them… he rushed to the field.

He reached out and touched the first plant… it was not grain… it was metal… it was gold!

He remembered his dream last night, the fairy, her boon… was it a dream or is it a dream? He pinched himself too hard and howled with pain.

Seven Sentence Story 3.4.14

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2 thoughts on “The crop

    • I will harvest it and sell it immediately đŸ™‚

      Have you ever heard the song “John Sutter’s Mill”? Its a country song, with one of the most touching lyrics!

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