The men’s life was easy. As the drugs wore off their women were beside them to satisfy any need that may arise. During the day when their women were at the gardens, they wandered aimlessly, cursing the missionaries. What the hell were they supposed to do? They should have been fighting wars. In the evening, after their women fed them they went to the men’s meeting place. They should have been plotting revenge or feasting their win. Instead, drugs dulled their acute sense of loss. The only thing that hadn’t changed was their women still brought in the harvest.
In response to Charli’s prompt where she asks:
September 21, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about what it is to gather a harvest. You can use the phrase or show what it means without using the words. Go where the prompt leads.
Respond by September 26, 2017 to be included in the compilation (published September 27). Rules are here. All writers are welcome!