Winged Horses Blog Archive on March 11, 2011, 10:00

by HorseWings, age 15


The Glowberries were swaying on their tall stalks again; as the early fall wind blew across them. Alyss looked out over the plantation. Soon it would be harvest time. Both the boy and the girl slaves would have to help with the harvest. The boys always got the brunt of the hard, hot work though. Alyss knew that after only half a day’s work in the fields, she and the other girl and woman slaves would be going inside working on preserves, sugared berries, canned and jammed and jarred and jellied berries. That’s how it always was.


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