Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2015 20:00:23 GMT -5
The stragglers that came in went through a series of questions and tests with her. The last time she gave her trust so easily, it ended badly for her and her former husband. Every day she came out of the farm house and visited his grave under the large, wild live oak that reached its branches out towards the sky and over the large roots that dug deep into the ground. Every day at sunrise she would go out, say a little prayer, tell him she loved him and go on about the day. No one bothered her when she did that as they all knew she was dead.
They didn't know how he died though and she never shared it.
At least she had a few good hands to help take care of the property. Close to the mountain's edge there was a little spring and today was water day. She was on duty to collect the water, boil it and make it drinkable. It was a chore that had to be done every three days so they could drink, wash up and take care of watering the garden, especially during the summer. The snow was thick across the property as she used the wheel barrow with the empty three gallon jugs, stolen from a dance studio in town. Her breath was heavy against the thick air as she took her time to get to the little spring. She was a fan of winter since that's when the biters were slow and practically non-existent. It gave them the opportunity to put more fences up, fortify and protect the property more. It was harder though since it food was more scarce and they had to ration.
Her thoughts went to D.C. Small family vacations used to be taken there since it was so close to Richmond and on this day, she thought about the time cherry blossoms were in full bloom and she could walk hand in hand with her former husband and enjoy the splendor of the pretty, pink trees.
They didn't know how he died though and she never shared it.
At least she had a few good hands to help take care of the property. Close to the mountain's edge there was a little spring and today was water day. She was on duty to collect the water, boil it and make it drinkable. It was a chore that had to be done every three days so they could drink, wash up and take care of watering the garden, especially during the summer. The snow was thick across the property as she used the wheel barrow with the empty three gallon jugs, stolen from a dance studio in town. Her breath was heavy against the thick air as she took her time to get to the little spring. She was a fan of winter since that's when the biters were slow and practically non-existent. It gave them the opportunity to put more fences up, fortify and protect the property more. It was harder though since it food was more scarce and they had to ration.
Her thoughts went to D.C. Small family vacations used to be taken there since it was so close to Richmond and on this day, she thought about the time cherry blossoms were in full bloom and she could walk hand in hand with her former husband and enjoy the splendor of the pretty, pink trees.