Putrid Gift

A heavy sigh made its presence known, it was noon and today, the sun was rather gentle.

Milo was seated in a chair, overlooking the still fresh soil covering the final resting place of David, his foster father, Helena sometimes went by, the two of them had gotten busy taking care of the fields, much the same as many other people.

The amount of deaths that had occurred was not to be underestimated, many farmlands had been left without owners, with only few available to take over, many had to be harvested early to avoid unnecessary losses.

Milo had been planning on taking over the old man's crops, but Helena had had a surprising proposal for him.

He sighed once more, resting his head in between his hands.