The late summer of 1645

A Story by ksenia

the feelings of a poor man who is husband and father of two, in 1645.

I was set to work in the fields of the seigneuries tonight but I am so exhausted, I can’t even think straight and I need to take the carriage home tonight. While I am cutting some more hay, I look to my right and see a dark cloud form a shape of some sort of dead or dark creature-this is not a good sign. I stand there waiting for an explanation but nothing comes to my head. I put my equipment in the back of the carriage and sit at the front edge. I tug slightly at the bridle and calm myself down; it doesn’t take too long to get to my beloved family, my wife Lisa and my two children; Tom and Wendy. As the horse starts speeding up, I could hear raindrops hitting the leaves above my head. I remember the time when I saw the dark cloud and feel a chill go through my back. I tug the bridle once more and the horse canters. If only my family was here with me right now but instead I am alone in the eerie woods. I am so excited to get to my house even though there was once a saying there is nothing to be excited about in our lives, we work with no rest. As I approach my house I am so glad I will spend the night here although I have to go back to the fields tomorrow morning. That cloud did not mean anything, I was tired from all that work, and hallucinated.