Maybe In Our Next Life

The field

Yvaine had not expected company, the field contained little kids, women and men. The men worked the soil while the women gathered the harvest. The kids chased the crows around, they seemed full of energy and the birds seemed to wish they didn't. Yvaine got to work, she picked at the wheats and dropped them into the basket the old lady had given her.

"I've never seen you before" it was a young boy, he must have chosen not to engage with the older kids who played while their parents worked. Yvaine smiled and nodded giving the boy the confidence to continue "well I'm Armon..my mom works in the mansion but I enjoy the sight of the field more" he said while he stretched forth his hands for a handshake

"really? I thought young lads like you would prefer the shade and comfort the mansion provided" Yvaine added taking the little boys hands into hers, his hands were so small and the softness proved that he had not suffered the ordeal of the older lowlifes.

"yeah I do but mama would rather have me out here than in there with her... she calls me her little pest" he said proudly, almost too proudly that it made Yvaine chortle. 

"I see"

Yvaine resumed picking at the wheats, she planned to complete every task she had been given as fast as she could and leave the upper- town. 

"you seem to be in a hurry.. " the little boy said as he stretched his hand towards the wheat, grabbing it by its stalk and  pulling it towards him. 

" yeah .... I miss home already" Yvaine replied after she had dropped some wheats in her basket and proceeded to help the little boy uproot the wheat with her sickle. 

"me too... this place seems too fancy for me" he smiled like he had found a his long lost pet 

"really.."

"yeah, mama spent more time with me at home than in here " he said pulling more wheats 

"and papa?.." Yvaine asked not necessarily interested in the conversation

" in the soil... he makes the wheats grow this tall"

"he died in the war.... you know  arrows and swords.." the little boy adds after recognizes the puzzled look on Yvaine's face, he pulls a spike of wheat and puts it into his mouth before he adds "haven't you ever heard of a war.. .."

Yvaine lets out a little laugh  "  yeah I have ... my grandpa also fought in the war.. so he must be the cause of that great pomegranate tree" she adds while pointing towards a tree that leads towards the well across the field.

" what ?... how can a dead person grow a tree" 

"but you just said" Yvaine replies perplexed was he trying to make her feel stupid, she thinks and the thought of such as waggish boy makes her chuckle 

" Armon!!!" an older boy who greatly  resembled the young one that sat beside her yells  from a distance 

" bye Yvaine" the little boy yells as he stands up, dusting the dry leaves that clinged to his little shorts.

"Bye little pest" Yvaine jokes as he retreats to meet the older boy.