Image: Privet's Farm (here)
Privet’s Farm, isolated from other farms sat exposed to the
It held its own in trite isolation
'It is my insistence, you hear me' he bellowed.
Workers helped out barely a few weeks ago but many left literally for
greener pastures. A sudden weather change made it considerably
warmer. The greenery withered. He could not stop them. He did not
call them to work there in the first place
'They came on their own. They stumbled in here. The luscious orange
grove then attracted them' he added. The workers were happily
entrenched, family and all for two seasons. They decided to go!
'The workers were discouraged from staying on!' he said 'and left on
their own accord'
Privet took the cue and decided he too was not about to pursue his
farming days anymore. Perhaps he would sell the farm to seek his
fortune in the city.
Note: picture prompt above was provided with
an opening sentence and we are to finish the story
using an additional 100 to 150 words.