Picture courtesy of Dawn Q. Landau
I’m in the midst of wedding planning for my daughter and we are now just three weeks away from the big day. It is taking a lot of time and mental energy, which means my writing is suffering some. Needless to say, I am late in posting this week, but I did want to get something done! Back to the salt mines…er…flats for me!
Word count: 100
The sun beat down, refracting off the salt crystals, a cruel glare bouncing back in her eyes. Salt burned her skin and even in this heat, she covered up for protection. Slowly, she made her way toward her husband, bent over his basket. They were getting too old for this work. Every joint ached, every muscle protesting, sweat mingling with sea salt.
They did it because it was all they knew. Her children would escape this life. The salt would pay for their education.
She knew that the only salt worth harvesting were the tears of joy she would shed at their graduation.
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