a farmers worry

Nean meandered along the thin walk path between the rows of Earra plants, taking note of the time it would take before harvest could be in full swing. A tenday or so, he thought.

He frowned at the empty water channels and quickly drying dirt. A tenday with no water would make for a lower harvest than usual.

Looking up from the plants he wondered if it was not time to change his profession. After all, even if the oasis of Dros Viviane would return to its normal water level it was not reliable anymore.

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This story was written for Inktober 2019 (#31: Ripe).