Man's escape from subsistence farming, a fictional account #2

in #fiction6 years ago

Like every day, I was awake before the others in the village. I ate, and took my shovel. Besides my hovel, I started digging. I only had time to remove about a hand widths deep before the rest of the village left for the river. I joined them.

Almost killed a bird in my field today, but I just missed it.