“The crop has been destroyed due to the amount of snowfall we got this year. Wonder how I will feed my children.”
Lucy sighed as she walked slowly towards her fields. While she appeared frail with wrinkles starting to make their presence felt on her once beautiful face, she was a strong willed lady. From the time she was born, she was treated differently since she was a girl. But being the rebel she was, she always did things her own way. As was always the case, she knew that her dogged determination would help get out of this calamity.
Written as part of Friday Fictioneers prompt