26 Aug Inspired by Six Thousand Farmers Wives
SPOILER ALERT! I’ve started writing, like really writing and I’d love to get your feedback so I’m sharing just a taste with you! I’m hoping to write stories that most farm wives will be able to relate to. This is huge for me, and I’m a little nervous letting you see but I really would love to know what you think.
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Inspired by Six Thousand Farmers Wives
She yawns, stretches and rolls over onto her side. She can see that the sunshine is beaming into the room, yet she can’t be bothered to peel open her eyes just yet.
“What’s the point?” She asks herself. Too afraid to say it out loud, though she knows she could if she really wanted to – She doesn’t have to open her eyes to know that he isn’t there.
She lays there for a minute, taking in the distant sound of bleating lambs. “What the hell is wrong with them!?” She wonders before quickly remembering that she’d stood the day before for what felt like hours weaning the lambs from the ewes. “Weaned lambs” she mutters whilst reaching out, her eyes still shut, to the cold and empty spot beside her… She tries to recall what it’s like waking up to see him there beside her but she cant. It’s been so long.
She rolls onto her back, locks her fingers together over her belly as if she were braced and ready, and slowly opens her eyes. She stays there for a few minutes. Motionless. Staring at another unloved looking area of the ceiling where the wall is flaking away, much like the rest of the 16th century farmhouse. She really tries hard to remember what it was like to wake up to another person. The dogs are good company but two wiry haired Jack Russell’s and a Sausage dog with an attitude problem just weren’t the same, although Rambo (the aptly named sausage dog) and his stand offish ways were rather uncanny to Dave’s. “Ah Dave” she recalls as if he were a distant friend or relative living in Canada whom she hadn’t thought of for years. Dave in fact was the empty place in her bed in the mornings. Dave was her husband.
Chapter One – DAISY
She had met him four years before at a young farmer’s summer ball…. To be continued.