Day Seventeen: Field (drabble)

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(Guess who forgot day 17 ummmm,,, have some more tsftlt)

They're looking at the field. At all of the growing wheat and the farmer who is not looking at him. At the glow the sun provides.

They're smiling at their best friend, they're running into the field and stepping on the crops just for the thrill of it.

They're listening to their friend's laughter. A motivation to continue, to see how far they can take this. They're laughing with him.

They turn to face their friend.

He's gone (he was never here)

It's raining (it always had been)

The crops are dead (nobody is still here to keep them alive)

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