#1 Best Literary Fiction 2015 – #fridayfiction
The dry spell ended with that storm. Throughout the remainder of August and well into October, the rain came most every afternoon; not a deluge, but soft gentle showers that left the field ankle-deep in thick black mud. Once the earth molded itself around the root of the plants, the corn that had days earlier been near stunted grew like weeds. Benjamin walked barefoot through the field checking and then rechecking the plants, the mud squishing between his toes and rising up to cover his feet. He’d come back to the house dragging clumps of mud with every step, but his smile was one he hadn’t smiled since the day he returned to Grinder’s Corner.
In less than two weeks the corn was ready for picking. Working together Otis and Benjamin harvested the crop, hauled it to market, then cut down the stalks. Otis seemed less weary, the evening breeze cooler, and Benjamin’s heart a bit lighter. It was as if the rain had washed away the weariness of summer and brought new life.