Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Corn

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  1. “How's that corn coming, ma?” I asked.

    “It's coming fine, pa, whadda you think? I know how to make the corn,” she said.

    “I never said you didn't, ma, just settle down. Settle down,” I said.

    “How's your corn coming, pa?” she asked.

    “It's coming fine, ma, whadda you think? I know how how to make the corn,” I said.

    “I never said you didn't, pa, just settle down. Settle down,” she said.

    The air was thick with the smell of corn and our sweat. There were no sounds other than our labor. I sniffed and shifted on my feet. She started to say something, but lost the thought. I pursed my lips. Too quiet.

    “How's that corn coming, ma?” I asked.

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