Withered on the Vine

Fox and Crow watched the men march from the village. They opened a bottle of wine and spent the afternoon in conversation.

A young woman arrived with a plate of cheese, meats, and grapes and set it down before them. Alms offered in exchange for the departed men’s safety. They thanked her kindly and asked her to sit and stay. To talk. She said she couldn’t. The fields had to be worked, the animals fed.

“Nasty business, this,” Fox said after she left.

“Aye,” Crow answered. “She’s much too pretty to have calluses on her hands.”

“Heart too, soon enough.”

31 stories for 31 days in December. and 1000th post here. Thanks for reading.


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