The Cotton Field



In April, the fields were ploughed, and the lime and organic matter checked.  In May, the seeds were sown and in high summer the cotton flowered.  There was little droning of bees amid the crop, the sticky pollen being of little use to the honey makers.  But the nectar drew some on the sunny says.  As harvest neared all changed.  Droning was indeed heard, but from a source unknown when the crop was king.  What would Rhett Butler have to say?


Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #22

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