Tag: Crops
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FREE STATE

He stood in the doorway of his homestead, looking out at his land. The sweat poured from his bronzed head, the receding hairline exposing his scalp to the sun. In his hand he held the machete. Blood dripped from the point of the blade, pooling on the steps at his feet. The stench of fresh,…
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PLAGUE

Angie came running in with her prisoner trapped inside the jar. ‘Look what I got, Mum.’ Mum was too busy scrubbing dust out of the clothes. ‘Look what I caught, Dad.’ Dad was too busy in the barn, shoeing the horse. Angie sat on the stoop. ‘Not one of them is interested.’ She watched the…