NORLY’S SHELL
She wiped her brows. She finished the remaining water in her plastic bottle. The water is warm but still, it rehydrated her body. The sun kissed the highest mountain in the west. She looked ahead. Still a lot of work to do. She’s been weeding her farm since the light brokeout. Her two-month old corn is promising. She looked up. Silently, she gave thanks to the Lord and prayed that the merchants will be good to the farmers come harvest time. She just advised her two children to go home earlier to prepare their supper.
