“You can only grow the seeds you’re given, but you must recognize them first.” –-Layoran saying
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Sorra flopped onto the bench, shaking it. “It’s not fair. Abber is already handsome and clever and all the girls like him, and now he gets an apprenticeship in town.”
Harn shook his head. He’d been expecting this. “Life is like that.” He pointed to the quiet windmill over their heads. “Sometimes Sambar sends wind, and the corn grinds easy. Sometimes there’s no wind, but Sambar sends oxen. And when he sends neither, you get up and grind the corn yourself.”
Sorra wiped his eye. “So Sambar shortchanged you too?”
“No, son.” Harn put his arm around Sorra’s wide shoulders. “Sambar sent me you.”
“But I’ve still got nothing. Nothing at all!”
Harn thought about the girl down the road. The one who came around every day, yet hadn’t shown any interest in Abber and his fancy ways. Good makings for a miller’s wife. Someday Sorra would realize that a kind eye and a strong heart were more attractive than a pretty lip.
Soon, Harn hoped.
“Oh, we’ll see. For now, come help me push.”
Word count: 175. Submitted for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting! See the original photo below, and click here to read the other stories or submit one yourself.
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