The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 500 words and post to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.
Life ain’t always about living. Sometimes it’s about surviving or not dying. And, yeah, sometimes it is about dying. We’re all going to die; some folks forget about that, but it happens to us all. Knew a fellar once, denied his dying until the moment of. Was quite a surprise to him though not to anybody else.
I been working this land all my life, from when I was a tiny pup. Ain’t easy working land like this. Always something going wrong or breaking, wiping out the crops like nothing. Lots of kinds of deaths in country like this.
Was worse in the fall of ’95, when PA died. Being the oldest, I was expected to step up and take the reins, keep the farm afloat. Well, I done my best. Ain’t nothing thriving out here, not even folks.
Harder these days. All my sibling that could escape done did so. Ma died a few years after Pa. She never had the heart to live after he died, just kinda gave up and followed him on. Just me and Jethro now and Jethro ain’t good for much. Ain’t his fault. He was born that way.
Piling dirt over him now cause it wouldn’t do to leave him here alone. Dumb bastard would starve to death.
Life ain’t always about living.