Adam’s difficulty is one many have to face at some point in their lives and it’s a topic that agricultural colleges just don’t touch on. Here he is, one of the region’s more successful farmers, but is reaching the age when he will soon be departing for the great silo in the sky.
He sits in his parlour, pen and paper in front of him. He is stuck at “My Will”.
Outside in the yard, his two sons, Cain, a keeper of flocks, and Abel, a tiller of the ground, squabble.
Eve is busy elsewhere. He sighs; asks for guidance.
Written in response to the 100 word challenge from Friday Fictioneers.