In their humble home, Henry and Judith didn’t have much. A meager supply of firewood was stacked in a corner, a dingy bed occupied another, and an exhausted table stood, somewhat off-center, towards the middle of the room. Henry, a farmer by trade, brought in what money he could with his crops, but the amount of land he owned was minimal, and thus so was his yield. Judith was a mediocre seamstress, able to mend and sew as well as the next housewife, although she did have a bit of skill at healing, which also brought in a bit of money. Every day seemed the same for this couple; their life had a monotonous rhythm to it. They never expected more than they had, never predicted that they were any different than any other townsfolk. And they were right, at least for the time being. They continued in their lackluster lives, until one day, when the Fair Folk decided to intervene.
henry and judith
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Posted by L.K. McIntosh at Wednesday, October 03, 2007
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