Avery walked inside to find her family already waiting for her. The looks on their faces appeared as though they expected an explanation, but Avery gave none. The light from the fireplace cast a dim light through the room and caused the shadows to dance. This movement, however, only made the tension greater somehow.
"So" her father said, voice deep.
Avery looked him in the face, then dropped her gaze.
"How much work did you get done in the fields today?"
Avery gave a barely visible shrug.
Silence seized the next few moments of their conversation.
"Have you seen your part of the field lately?" her father asked as though she hadn't set in it for days.
Avery slightly nodded.
Avery's father raised his voice in frustration, "Then do you mind telling me why your crops are practically dying?!"
"I don't know... " Avery lied.
Her father sighed.
"There has to be some explanation as to why you're behind in your work," he stated as though already knowing what Avery had been doing each day.
Avery remained silent.
Her father broke the silence.
"Look," he said, "Each of us has responsibilities of their own to take care of. Every person has their own section of the fields to tend to. Making a living out there is the only option you've got, so I'd appreciate it if you took your work seriously okay?"
He proposed this as a question, but really it was a demand.
Avery had no choice but to nod.
Her father acted as though he controlled her every move, but he didn't.
Avery was her own person, and she was destined to be free.
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Senseless
FantasyIn another world of another time, there were two neighboring homesteads. These households were not exactly neighbors, but the closest they'd ever had to it. For you see, they lived a fair distance from civilization as a result of their differences...
