Farmlands And Farmhands
The storm ended sometime in the early morning. But it was too dark to make use of the lull. Everyone remained inside, taking the time to get some sleep where before they sat huddled against the forces being thrown at them. They knew the sun would bring its own problems.
In the form of a massively misplaced head. Not of some one or even a creature caught up in the wake of the storm. It was something else. Stone perhaps. Yet it leaked, or it bled. The discussion amongst the elders was one of confusion.
The kids immediately saw the possibilities and set out to climb and claim a perch as their own. The Ng family sought it as theirs, given it had largely fallen on their fields. But even as they did their fear was visible. They weren’t sure this was a gift from the storm. And if it were to be moved it would take more than them to do so.
It didn’t matter. That day was the last anyone saw of their homes. The Ng’s weren’t the only one to lose their fields. The entire valley was evacuated. The horseman came at noon. And immediately scattered the children. Then a curfew was given.
After that we were marched out.
Today’s art is courtesy of Bin Kurt from Shanghai, China.