DISCLAIMER: This was written as a commission. It’s about beans. I was given permission to post it elsewhere, as the intended recipient really enjoyed it. Enjoy!
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“What a beautiful field!” exclaimed Mr. Porter as he slowly walked through the rows of bushes and poles adorned with budding plants. “My father and his father built this farm with their bare hands. Their hard work has provided for our family, and someday it will provide for yours, Jay.” Jay pretended to listen as he followed behind his dad, running his hands across the bean plants. They would make this walk at the end of every week and pick their last batch. Mr. Porter would monologue and reminisce about the Good Ol’ Days. Jay just liked being surrounded by the beans one last time before the weekend. The pair stopped at a patch of nice, big ripe beans. Jays hands began to tremble as he slowly gripped a shapely pod. A bead of sweat formed at his brow despite the fair weather. He placed the beans into their gathering bucket, but slid the two biggest ones into his pocket, unbeknownst to his dad. “Let’s call it a day, Jay.” The pair headed inside.