The fear was palpable, yet everyone stood at ridged attention unable to hunch or hide from the coming of fate.  Even the slightest breeze could cause a flurry of turmoil here, as without meaning to one would brush up against the next, so tightly packed in were they.  That however was the way of things…here.  There was no escape, if you were born here then you died here.  The nights had gotten longer, and even those with the most closed of ears could hear the hum of the harvest getting closer.  Destiny was finally upon them and its name was combine.

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Harvested corn field

This is a 100 Word Challenge for adults. The prompt was HARVEST, and the challenge is to use 100 words plus the prompt (ie 101 words total) to tell your story. The link closes on Monday. Have fun writing!

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