.|It's A Farmer's Life|. (Open)
Feb 24, 2010 0:15:42 GMT -5
Post by .|TygerShore|. on Feb 24, 2010 0:15:42 GMT -5
.|It's A Farmer's Life For Me|.
Through the air swung a metal object, fixed solely on it's mission of fragmenting it's set goal. The cool sun beamed off the metal, shattering the air with tiny bursts of light. Upon impact, a crunch filled the area.
A young man wiped the sweat off of his forehead. A metal mallet kissed the ground by his side. In front of him slept a pile of rubble, smashed into tiny pieces. He leaned forward, as if to start clearing it off the field, when he hesitated. The rubble could wait, he needed a break.
Abandoning his mallet, Flek headed over to the outskirts of one of the many orchards. It would do his sore back well to rest on the sturdy trunk of a tree. Because of the season, there wasn't much planting or harvesting going on, so it was a time to rid the fields of rocks and other such harmful things. After already working for a better part of the morning and day, Flek doubted that anyone would care if he took a quick break.
He reached a tree and leaned his back on it. His feet slid from out underneath him, allowing him to gently slide along the trunk until he was sitting on the ground. His bare feet stuck out in front of him, and he let himself close his eyes. The world was hard to hold onto with his eyes anyway, so it gave him space to really listen as to what was going around him.
Flek could hear the distant conversation of some people, but didn't worry too much. If one stumbled across him, then it might let him get some time to actually to to someone other than himself.
Flek gave a quiet sigh, followed by a murmur "It's a farmer's life for me."