My response to Flash! Friday’s thirty-sixth prompt (the above picture). Ninety-nine words was the limit.
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Farmer’s Harvest (99 words)
Two decades had passed since a teenage Agnes was told she’d never have kids. That was a black day. But things had turned out okay. Farm life had agreed.
Basket in hand, Agnes crossed the freshly mown field. She bid good morning to her employees and entered the plantation. Today’s delivery was scheduled for three o’clock. There was still so much to do. Diligently, Agnes placed the stock in her basket. Her husband had been right about the new fertiliser: the quality was exceptional.
To the squirming clone babies, she laughed and cooed. The time to harvest had come.