He looked into her shiny eyes, the only warmth he’d found, he was worried, he’d promised to look after her “till death us do part”. Death was the only possible outcome, the timing was the only thing negotiable. When you start out with three bad years there’s little left to cling to.
Three weeks earlier they’d planted the last of their seed in the little wooden trays inside the hut…each day they were taken out and bathed in sun…the seedlings were thriving and the time to plant them out had arrived. Hopefully the frost would not return, the earth had thawed, the spring offered hope. All that remained was to remove the weeds from the readied patch and they could plant their last hope.
Hungry and tired, she fell asleep quickly. Something earthy stirred her from, sleep, he lay beside her, his slow regular breathing comforting to her soul. It was very early but she had to rise, compelled to do something special, something for them. There was no sign of the sun. In the cold and dark she shivered, even though she wore all the clothes she owned.
Down on her knees, she crawled in the darkness, tearing the weeds from the soil. She gathered them in her one remaining link with the past, an antique, once silver plated, bedpan, dented and unpolished, like all of her history. She holds it dear, the sacred vessel into which, by candlelight, her great grandmother shat. Her task was finished as the loom of the new sun began to lighten the eastern sky.
He was still sleeping soundly as she crawled back into the makeshift sackcloth contrivance they called a bed, she flushed with warmth and love. Excited by anticipation, she lay awake, waiting. He stirred and rolled towards her, his arm across her body, he pulled her close. She couldn’t wait for him to know, “Today we weed and plant” she whispered.
He smiled, “No need my darling” he replied, “I couldn’t get to sleep last night so I weeded the patch and planted out the seedlings.”
A tale of true love……..
I can’t believe that I had so much trouble with a tale from my own prompt.
This piece is for Twisted Tales TTST40 Prompt = pan
Once again I can’t believe that I had so much trouble with a tale from my own prompt. This was right under my nose all along but it took KarenSue’s story to reminded me that This piece is actually a perfect fit for Twisted Tales TTST54 Prompt = Spring