Green grass sprouted from ‘neath the wooden fence as she sat watching the men trudge to toil in their fields.
‘O It be a lazy day today Moll?’
‘This be my day of peace and I’ll not have it ruined by the likes of you Jackson!’
She stuck her tongue out before getting more comfortable. The man grinned; ‘Whatever you say O Molly of mine!’
‘Not in this life Jackson!’
Today, Molly was for resting. Overnight, she midwifed the birth of five piglets. An inherited farm at nine; no place for a girl. By twenty-one, she reckoned fairer by far.
From the Compendium of One Hundred Word Stories
Words and pics: © DJA 2016.
The Angry Farmer 