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There’s a silo in the field just over that hill. It’s empty. It’s been empty for years.
The farmer built it thirty years ago. It was meant to hold grain from the surrounding fields. It just never worked out that way. Not enough rain. Too much rain. Not enough rain again. The crop was never successful. The silo was never filled.
The farmer’s wife tried to console him. ‘It’s too late now.’
She sighed deeply before suggesting, ‘Maybe we should accept the fact and just stop trying.’
He looked across at the empty fields. His empty arms. His empty house.
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Jessie Ansons 
John Barleycorn was dead?
Good piece.
Oh dear. What a sad tale.
Rosey Pinkerton
The hopelessness really comes through, great, sad story.
Nicely told tale.
AnElephant is not finding a bundle of laughs this week.
That is so sad. And probably a story that one would find in many families.
The repetition of the rain lines was great, but then the ending was better.
This was really depressingly good. You captured the failure so well.
If this was meant to be realistic fiction, you hit the mark–great writing!
My original thought is that i agree with everyone else’s comments.
i am empty just like your characters’ situation.
Randy
Oh Jess,
So beautifully written, from deep within a wounded heart. I cried when I got to the end. Iâm in awe of your skill and courage. I hope the writing of this has helped with your grieving.
Iâm sending this on a personal line. Will send another comment on the public forum.
Marg
I’m happy to have this on the public forum (it posted there anyway for some reason) – your comments are very encouraging. Thanks for the lovely words and writing about it has helped 🙂
Empty fields, empty arms, empty house – you got me.
So sad…
Great piece. Waiting for the rain can be so discouraging.
This must be what a farmer’s life is like, being completely dependent upon the weather. How sad to have to live this life.
Having lived in a rural community dependent on the weather your piece rang so many bells. Well written farmer’s despair.
many a man strives in vain, there’s hardly any justice in the world
Dear Jessie,
The sorrow and desolation come through quite well. Good job.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I love this. I felt it.
Sadly this is the reality that is faced with many farmers across the world. You’ve bought out that bleakness in your story.
Sad…so many regrets. This happens to most people at one time or another.
Oh no 😦 Glad they have each other at least..
You capture the sense of despair and desolation really well. 🙂
Well done- last few lines really bring the pain in this story.
The despair is palpable. Beautifully written – so much sorrow and loss in that last line.