PHOTO PROMPT – © Scott L. Vannatter
Word Count: 100 words of text, exactly
Genre: Death-myth fiction
The Mower
©December 23rd, 2015
By Vijaya Sundaram
The farm-cat knew it. Both dogs knew it. Even the little mice scurrying behind the walls knew it. The sheep in their pens knew it, and baa-aa-ed nervously. The cow and her calf in the shed moo-ed forlornly.
Only Simon sleeping in his little farmhouse bedroom didn’t know it.
Suddenly, he awoke. A Form had glided into his room, carrying a scythe.
“It’s time, human,” said a voice, dry as deserts.
Simon protested. “I haven’t mowed the fields. I’m NOT ready. Go! Return at season’s end.”
Simon’s cat stared. Hesitating, then nodding, the Form faded.
Simon lived till season’s end.
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Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for being our gracious host at Friday Fictioneers, and to Scott Vannatter for the photograph-prompt!