Microfiction: Farmer

May I present a short, strange story about a thankless job.

It’s called:

Farmer

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We rise with the sun. They rise with the night. And the first step is always to make sure they do not breach the earth. We feed the soil. We water them as best we can. But they still grow out of the ground at the rate they do. So we chop off the exposed parts and force them back. Continue reading