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Drabble #20
Prompt #39: Exhausted
Fandom: Harvest Moon
Genre: General
Rating: G
Notes:
The sun finally set on Flowerbud Village’s hot summer day, and Jack was able to call it a night at last. He slumped into the door of his house, sighing at the cool air that greeted him. Everything ached; his shoulders and back from the heavy lifting, his hands from pulling weeds, his feet from walking, even his backside from riding his horse through down.
He yanked off his hat, wiping sweat from his neck and face with the bandana on his shoulders before tossing it aside. Next went his worn, muddy gloves, then his scuffed, muddy boots, and finally he unbuckled his suspenders and stripped down to only a sweaty undershirt and sheep-covered boxers. He would have made a mental note to do laundry next Sunday, but sleep was the only thing on his mind now.
It had been a few months since Jack inherited his grandfather’s farm, promising to restore it to its former bountiful glory. And ever since that day it was the same daily routine, and the same aches and pains that came with it at the end of the day, only to repeat the next. He was grateful for the occasional holidays the down had, giving him a day off to relax, have fun, and even see a girl for more than a few minutes to say hi and offer flowers. But another one of those holidays was still a while off.
He stumbled to the bed, collapsing onto the welcoming downy mattress. He made sure before he passed out that his alarm was set for the next morning.
Because even with the strains on his body, there was nothing he would rather be doing.
Fandom: Harvest Moon
Genre: General
Rating: G
Notes:
The sun finally set on Flowerbud Village’s hot summer day, and Jack was able to call it a night at last. He slumped into the door of his house, sighing at the cool air that greeted him. Everything ached; his shoulders and back from the heavy lifting, his hands from pulling weeds, his feet from walking, even his backside from riding his horse through down.
He yanked off his hat, wiping sweat from his neck and face with the bandana on his shoulders before tossing it aside. Next went his worn, muddy gloves, then his scuffed, muddy boots, and finally he unbuckled his suspenders and stripped down to only a sweaty undershirt and sheep-covered boxers. He would have made a mental note to do laundry next Sunday, but sleep was the only thing on his mind now.
It had been a few months since Jack inherited his grandfather’s farm, promising to restore it to its former bountiful glory. And ever since that day it was the same daily routine, and the same aches and pains that came with it at the end of the day, only to repeat the next. He was grateful for the occasional holidays the down had, giving him a day off to relax, have fun, and even see a girl for more than a few minutes to say hi and offer flowers. But another one of those holidays was still a while off.
He stumbled to the bed, collapsing onto the welcoming downy mattress. He made sure before he passed out that his alarm was set for the next morning.
Because even with the strains on his body, there was nothing he would rather be doing.