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On a daily basis the grain needs to be minimize. It needed to be lower. Why? good, it simply did, that used to be all. He laughed on the scythe in his substantial palms. Then, whistling, he took it out to the ripe and ready box and did the paintings. He notion himself a bit mad. Hell, it used to be an ordinary-enough wheat box, rather, wasn’t it? virtually. the times loped away like light horses. Drew Erickson started to comprehend his paintings as a type of dry soreness and starvation and want. issues inbuilt his head. One midday, Susie and little Drew giggled and performed with the scythe whereas their father lunched within the kitchen. He heard them. He got here out and took it clear of them. He didn’t yell at them. He simply regarded very involved and locked the scythe up after that, while it wasn’t getting used. He by no means overlooked an afternoon, scything. Up. Down. Up, down, and throughout. again and up and down and throughout. slicing. Up. Down. Up. take into consideration the outdated guy and the wheat in his palms whilst he died. Down. take into consideration this useless land, with wheat residing on it. Up. take into consideration the loopy styles of ripe and eco-friendly wheat, how it grows! Down. take into consideration . . . The wheat whirled in an entire yellow tide at his ankles. The sky blackened. Drew Erickson dropped the scythe and bent over to carry his abdominal, his eyes working blindly. the realm reeled. “I’ve killed a person! ” he gasped, choking, keeping to his chest, falling to his knees beside the blade. “I’ve killed much— “ The sky revolved like a blue merry-go-round on the county reasonable in Kansas. yet no song. just a ringing in his ears. Molly was once sitting on the blue kitchen desk peeling potatoes whilst he blundered into the kitchen, dragging the scythe in the back of him. “Molly! ” She swam round within the rainy of his eyes. She sat there, her fingers fallen open, watching for him to ultimately get it out. “Get the issues packed! ” he stated, the ground. “Why? ” “We’re leaving,” he stated, dully. “We’re leaving? ” she stated. “That outdated guy. you recognize what he did the following? It’s the wheat, Molly, and this scythe. each time you utilize the scythe at the wheat 1000 humans die. you chop throughout them and—” Molly obtained up and positioned the knife down and the potatoes to at least one part and stated, understandingly, “We traveled much and haven’t eaten reliable till the final month right here, and also you been workin’ on a daily basis and you’re tired—” “I pay attention voices, unhappy voices, available in the market. within the wheat,” he acknowledged. “Tellin’ me to prevent. Tellin’ me to not kill them! ” “Drew! ” He didn’t listen her. “The box grows crooked, wild, like a loopy factor. I didn’t inform you. yet it’s unsuitable. ” She stared at him. His eyes have been blue glass, not anything else. “You imagine I’m crazy,” he acknowledged, “but wait ’til I let you know. Oh, God, Molly, aid me; I simply killed my mom! ” “Stop it! ” she stated firmly. “I cut back one stalk of wheat and that i killed her. I felt her dyin’, that’s how i discovered out simply now—” “Drew! ” Her voice was once like a crack around the face, offended and afraid now. “Shut up! ” He mumbled. “Oh—Molly—” The scythe dropped from his arms, clamored at the flooring. She picked it up with a snap of anger and set it in a single nook. “Ten years I been with you,” she stated.