A hard day's work, but at last the harvest was complete. It had been a tough year, with the weather being chaotic, and pests springing up at the worst times, but somehow they had managed to do it.
Loading the last of the food into the truck, his son took it out toward the market where it would be sold off to help them last the rest of the year. The money was why they did it, but he wondered if they would be recognized for putting the food on the table.
Elsewhere, another family was sitting down for a meal, eating the same food that had been harvested from a difficult growing season, miles away. The mother sat down, the last to arrive at the table.
"Thank you, God, for providing this food. May you bless it to the nourishment of our bodies. Amen." And just like that, they ate. It was a miracle.
This blog post is part of a series of stories associated with Practice makes pretense, in which a collection of writing done in response to prompts is compiled. Then, the reader should answer the following two questions: 1) What was your favorite thing about the writing? 2) What did you feel as you read it?
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1) recognition of an often thankless task
ReplyDelete2) honestly I didn't feel much while reading it. I got a feeling of oh, this is satire. So I suppose disconnected?