On a Tuesday afternoon in August, as I labored with pick and ax to remove a tree that had fallen the previous winter, my good neighbor Josiah Keen visited me in my field.
“Do you believe this fall’s harvest shall be bountiful?” Josiah asked, expressing the opinion common among the farmers of Danby.
I lay my ax down. “Josiah, what is the true nature of your visit today?”
Josiah smiled. “The Friends asked me to request you meet with them.”
I spread my arms. “What prevents them from coming to my field?”
“Wednesday evening, Wing,” Josiah replied. “At the church.”
This week’s prompt for Friday Fictioneers inspired me to submit a portion of a story I began developing earlier this month. The setting is colonial Vermont, around the year 1772.