We’re not seamstresses.
Sister Marjorie plows neat furrows in the field of time and plants lives into the soil. Sister Phyllis pulls weeds and keeps everything watered.
I pick fruit in its ripeness, when your time and season has come.
This was written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #90, Furrowed. Greek mythology has inspired ages of poets and writers, so I decided to give this interpretation of fates a somewhat more pastoral, American outlook in this 40 word snippet. Hope you enjoyed this!