The Husband (conclusion)
The Husband
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leocharlesm
leocharlesm Writer/lover of SciFi and Fantasy
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Life begets loss and vice versa.
part 2

The Husband (conclusion)

One hundred twenty-three valuable square acres.

One hundred twenty-three valuable square acres. Home.

It's no small thing to own a ninth generation plantation.

It's no small thing to own a ninth generation plantation. It costs in ways other men would never dare pay.

Reaping what you sow is not for everyone.

You raise them like your babies. You name them and care for them.

You raise them like your babies. You name them and care for them. Heal them when they're sick. Seek them when they're lost.

And thank them for everything, come the harvest.

It's no simple thing, being husband to them all.

It's no simple thing, being husband to them all. Reaper and raiser; grim and genial, in equal portion.

I love my home like I love my family. There is not one without the other.

So as I stare out at the edge of my lands, it takes no time at all to sense change in the air.

There is not love in the atmosphere. The life is all but faded.

A carbon mixture of soot and putrescence lingers.

A carbon mixture of soot and putrescence lingers. It coats the back of my tongue and stings my nose hairs.

My horse smells it too. Home is tainted.

'Who are these men,' I ask the sow, who cowers in her filth.

'Who are these men,' I ask the sow, who cowers in her filth. A pig in shit is a sign of horror, of loss and broken dignity.

From the barn I see the invaders wear the same coat as me.

From the barn I see the invaders wear the same coat as me. My lord called ME to war, and conquered my home while I served.

So war has come home. Now, so have I.

Like my friends, flocks and family who lived on my land; trusted in my protection; loved me for my care; respected me for my honor:

Like my friends, flocks and family who lived on my land; trusted in my protection; loved me for my care; respected me for my honor: I slaughter the men, my lord's men, and string them up for their own sport.

A simple life is far from simple for the husband. ###

-Author's note- Dark one here. Thanks for coming for the ride. This is a plan for a 5-7k short-story sometime in the near future. Love to get some feedback, and as always thanks for imagining with me!

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