Simple Living [Kale]
Jan 4, 2013 2:28:19 GMT -5
Post by Meghan on Jan 4, 2013 2:28:19 GMT -5
The thin croissant of the almost delicious moon faded as the dreary sunrise settled over the dew-covered field of his father's ranch. The star's bright, alarming entrance is of no consequence to the hardworking boy of only eighteen. His morning dawned three hours before when he woke to the song of an over-enthusiastic rooster. Just because it's morning somewhere doesn't mean it has to be morning here. The boy had thought bitterly as he dragged his tired feet out of the warm embrace of his bed and across the cold, wooden floor.
He sat now on a sturdy. small three-legged stool with his back to the open barn door. His hands gripped the udders of a nursing cow as he squeezed her white substance into a rusty collection bucket. He would hardly get to enjoy the sweet milk before it was rushed off to a factory to be processed and shipped to the Capitol. This life was typical in the sprawling ranches of his homeland in District Ten, and he hardly gave the unfair practice a second thought. He woke up, did his work, then went to bed. Life was too busy for such unpleasant things.
A strong smell of coffee drifted from the kitchen in the little white and tan house across from the cow enclosure. The boy sat back for a minute and let the aroma waft over him. His job was nearly done for the hour, and he would be afforded an hour break to do whatever he pleased. This thought in mind, he toiled quickly until the bucket was full and he was able to give it to his little sister to run to the factory. A content smile crossed his bearded face as he walked to the kitchen and poured himself a steaming cup of the hot liquid.
Mug still in hand, and with his grin still firmly planted on his whiskery lips, the boy wandered off of the ranch and towards the town he called his home. He only intended to grab a magazine and settle himself on a secluded bench somewhere, but perhaps that morning had a different plan for him...
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