Prompt for the week: …”what does it taste like…”
Roughly, he pushed his hands down to the bottom of the all but empty feed barrel. I watched him as he struggled, his body hunched over in a sweaty mass as the sun beat down on his bedraggled frame. He labored to get the last bits of food for the herd out of the bucket. I ached for him, but I wanted him to finish the job. As he stood, successful scoop in hand, he delivered the feed for the hungry and modest flock. I wondered to myself, “What does it taste like?” and hoped it was worth the fight, for them.