Gathering

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Love can be exactly where you hope to find it.

I wrote this for a Curtis Brown Creative Contest back in the spring, and alas, didn’t win. But I still love the story! My first stab at historic fiction. CBC challenged contestants to write a 150 word story beginning with ‘The gathering was just as I had imagined’.

 

 

The gathering was just as I had imagined when Naomi described it.

“As you glean, the sun beats down, your back aches, and your fingers become raw from the dirt and stones. Be wary of the men who scythe the barley and stay near the women who gather. Seek the landlord, my kinsman, that you may find favour with him.”

Tefach by tefach, I straightened my throbbing back and wiped rivulets of sweat from my forehead. Under the shade of a majestic olive tree lay my water-skin—beside the harvesters, eating and drinking, escaping the midday sun.

The seasoned women pulled ahead, chatting and giggling, unhindered by the heat and strain.

“It is strenuous work,” a warm voice said.

For the first time since my husband died, I felt protected. Like a turtledove in a nest with a wing cast over me. I turned toward smiling, kind eyes.

“Are you—”

“Boaz. And you are Naomi’s Ruth.”

 

 

*photo courtesy of Isak Engstrom on Unsplash


Submitted: November 10, 2021

© Copyright 2021 Krista Lynne White. All rights reserved.

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