John Cassaway was a son of a farmer. A male with the height of 6'1 yet at the young age of 27, John has always loved to farm. He had farmed since he was only a teenager when his mother was still around. She had passed away two years later. Ever since, John has had average crop seasons year round. Bit those seasons didn't bring much money to pay for his house that he inherited from his father, along with putting food on the table for his family. So, John decides to spend more time on the farm to try and have a great crop season that would bring in more money than the past seasons. But the weather seemed to disagree with him as it brought record low temperatures that we're almost too low to even grow any crops, let alone for them to even sprout. This worried John quite a bit. His wife notices and wonders.
"What seems to be the matter, John?"
"It's this weather! The temperatures are making it hard for me to grow the crops," John answered to his wife, pacing back and forth across the old, creaky floor boards.
"Well, I don't know if you're interested or not, but the local slaughter house is hiring. Maybe you can work there," John's wife informed.
The next day, John applied to the slaughter house. It was a bit troubling, seeing as how he had to work from early dawn to late evening. How would he tend his farm? This troubles John even more.
As the weeks pass, John begins to panic as the cold temperatures has made his crops shrivel to dust. Not to mention that the pay from the slaughter house wouldn't even cover the house bills. John's wife is filled with worry.
"What are we going to do, John?" He hears a heavy sigh before answering his wife.
"We're going to have to move."
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Untold Thoughts: A Collection of Short Stories
General FictionTitle says it all. These stories were written when I was attending a conference near my town called Pen In Hand. Today marks the two years since I've been there and I miss it dearly, so I wanted to show you guys my short stories I wrote there. Enjoy...
