Forgotten Phrases # 5 – Dig
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These are short phrases (or micro fiction) that I wrote years ago.
This one I wrote for a writing challenge back in July of 2016.
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Subject: Farming
DIG
Dig, hoe, rake, plant
Dig, hoe, rake, plant
Jim Bob felt like an automaton, now, just like everyone else.
Dig, hoe, rake, plant
Straight rows, down the line, even spaces, he was not allowed to stop.
Strange voices, weird food, sickening smells…just keep going.
The plants talk to him, chanting…
Dig hoe, rake, plant
The aliens look on, and revel in their take-over of the Earthlings.
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© 2016 BS