Where did he go, she wondered, when he left her? His retreat was much more than physical absence. No, this separation ran deeper. He left not only her, but himself and the world as well.
While he remained in that suspended state, efforts to harvest even the slightest sprout of affection from him proved fruitless; he was unreachable.
She wouldn’t give up trying, though. Crops in the field are enduring reality, reflective of the movement of life toward death…then life once more. Often after a fallow period, soil is most rich.
Turn the soil. Plant a seed. Begin again.
In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about what it is to gather a harvest. You can use the phrase or show what it means without using the words. Go where the prompt leads.