The Sower (Pt IV)

The couple walked towards him and something suspicious itched in his bones. The stranger sported a rugged beard and was dressed in an egg white tee, blue jeans, and black boots. He took off his cowboy hat and bowed.

“This is my husband,” his wife spoke impatiently.

“Your wife here tells me you’ve experienced a terrible famine.” He made the statement in a very smug and authoritative tone.

“What business do you have here, friend,” the sower asked. He was not fond of the stranger but thought he owed him a bit of hospitality.

“I’m here to purchase land.”

“Land?” The sower choked on this word and glared at his wife. “But this is our home.”

“Oh no. Not this piece of cow manure,” the visitor chuckled. “Your wife says you have very fertile land out west. I’ve seen the place and I’d like to buy it.”

The sower groaned within himself. His wife sold the land he had toiled, sweat and watered in his tears. He watched the long, black locks of her hair morph into hideous snakes. She became a creature he detested.

Saying nothing else, the sower walked from the place he once called home. He did not stop to kiss the forehead of his children nor wipe the tears from their cheek. He did not embrace the poisonous one he called his wife. He watched the vines choke the white house and the home sink into the earth to be seen no more.

Will he return? His daughter asked.
Soon my child. Very soon…