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By Neneng Masaya
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Abby dragged the little stool across the barn floor. “Move over, Bessie.” Abby slapped the rump of the family cow. Bessie slowly shifted position, and Abby sat down beside her. Soon the methodical zing, zing, zing of streaming milk against metal kept Abby company.
Ten minutes later, Abby latched the gate and headed towards the house. She smiled, as she gazed at her dad’s luscious corn crop—his green gold—set against the deep purple hills beyond. In a crook of the hills the sun rose from its cradle, slowly stretching and casting its beams across the dark blue sky. A fresh start for a new week!
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Bzzz, Bzzz, Bzzz!! Fumbling, Cassie groped around until her hand satisfactorily slammed the alarm into silence. Just five more minutes, please! Cassie moaned. She’d been planting way past midnight. But she had told herself that Farming was therapeutic for her, so in that sense it was all right. Right?
Cassie finally sat up and pulled her Bible towards her. Just outside her bedroom window, the neighbor lady’s high heels sounded against the pavement, then a car door slammed. Soon a motor revved noisily into motion, slowly fading along the suburban street.
Cassie donned on her nurse’s uniform. Another working week ahead!
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Abby closed her Bible, and hopped off the porch swing. She set a load of whites and lights in the wash, and scurried about to pack lunches for the school-aged children. After waving the children off, she and Becky tackled the breakfast dishes, then the general house cleaning.
“I believe the washing’s ready. Becky, can you please start hanging them up? I’ll join you as soon as I get the lunch underway.”
“Hey, Abby…”
Abby twirled around. “Yup?”
Becky held up a white skirt with a perplexed look. “What’s this? And I think I can smell—”
Abby gasped and dropped her peeler. “What—”
There, very prominently, was a large orange stain all across the front of the white skirt.
“How did that happen?” Becky wondered.
Abby ran outside and checked the basket. Yes, there were those light orange kid’s shorts. She pulled it out. “Well,” she admitted, “I guess this explains it. It’s light all right, but apparently not color fast. Lesson learned! I hope.”
Stepping into the kitchen, a strange aroma greeted her. Upon jerking open the oven door, her fears were realized. She turned to Becky with a comical expression. “Well! How does a slightly blackened cake for dessert sound like?”
Becky chuckled. “You mustn’t have noticed it was burning, because it was kinda gradual on you. I smelled it when I came in to ask you about that skirt. Burnt cake sounds all right.”
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Cassie unlatched the door upon arriving home, and kicked off her shoes.
“Hmmm…dinner smells good, Mama!” she kissed her mother, then rushed off to her bedroom. Cassie had this awful feeling that her corn crop had gone bad. And sure enough, what met her gaze was a dismal brown field.
“I gotta think more ahead as to what I’ll be doing each day at work, so that I can harvest all my crops. What a waste!” With a sigh, she clicked her laptop shut. “I wonder if a cow’s worth getting.”
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Abby’s time seemed to be getting more eventful as the day drew to a close. Jayden somehow managed to dash his chocolate drink across the pine floor. “Look, Abby, a giraffe!”
She also somehow cut herself during dinner preparations. And despite all her scrubbing, the orange stain remained as smug as ever on the skirt.
Abby finally dropped into the porch swing with a sigh, pulling up Jayden beside her and opening a punnet of strawberries. “Wouldn’t it be nice if life was kinda as simple and as clear as the blue sky right now?”
Becky smiled. “But only when the clouds are heavy, and the sun shines through, is the only time you see God’s rainbow promise, you know.”
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“I wish I’d remembered about my corn crop! Now I’ve lost money. Eggplant and blueberries…” Cassie sprawled across her bed, and twirled her finger idly on her touchpad. “I think I’ll get a brown cow, too. Chocolate milk sounds good.”
Outside her bedroom window, the neighbor arrived home, and soon a screen door slammed. Below the brick-red rooftops sank the soft orange sun. But Cassie never noticed.
Click, click, click. Mooooo.
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...but I was a bit confused about Abby and Becky. Are they sisters? Mother and daughter? Just lots of unanswered questions.
Super title!