Anticipating Harvest

Categories Life, Love, Words

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.

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This post submitted to the September 21 Flash Fiction Challenge at Carrot Ranch Communications.

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.

Lisa A. Listwa is a self-employed writer with experience in education, publishing, and the martial arts. Believing there was more to life than punching someone else’s time clock and inspired by the words of Henry David Thoreau, she traded her life as a high school educator for a life as a writer and hasn’t looked back. She is mother to one glorious handful of a daughter, wife to the nicest guy on the planet, and reluctant but devoted owner of three Rotten Cats. You can find her adventures and thoughts on living life deliberately here on the blog.


14 thoughts on “Anticipating Harvest

  1. Wonderful twist on the prompt from yourself too Lisa, merging human emotion with the life and perseverance of nature. A point made that’s all too easily lost in our relationships, that love is a choice, and we need to make it each day, even if they seem unreachable. Lovely read.

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