Premonition
A couple of months back, a kindly, motherly cactus had dropped by the farm and since then, they’ve looked up to her like a mother figure they never asked for. And now she was…
Moe sighed. He knew it was just too good to be true. Just when the farm had started to seem lively again, she just… up and disappeared. Left without a single word. His brothers and him haven’t heard from her since, and had left the three of them wondering what could have happened to her. And Claire’s sudden disappearance had left the farm in this eerie, dead silence that felt like a premonition to something bad.
Well, wherever she was, Moe hoped she was alright. Her absence was something him and his brothers would have to get used to, especially Carrie.
Cagney had stopped visiting him (and for a good reason too) and besides Weepy and him, Claire was also there to keep him company too, but unlike them she didn’t seem to fear the dodders like they did and would spend hours upon hours talking to their youngest. She gave him company while he and Weepy were out on the field. Sometimes, if they’d finish early, they’d join them by that barren patch of land and they’d exchange stories, laughs, all until the sun went down.
But with her gone, Carry had gone silent. But could they blame him? To their youngest, Claire was a glimmer of hope. They hadn’t seen Carrie that happy ever since he got the dodders.
“So, how’s he been doin’, Weepy?”
Weepy had popped out of the soil just beside Moe. He held out his arm, strands of stringy cream-colored vines on a gloved hand. “I managed to pull out some, bundles of ‘em actually.” the onion replied plainly.
“Good.”
“But…” “But what?”
Weepy lowered his gaze, and tightly bit his lip, reluctant at what he was about to say next.
“Well?”
“Moe… I think Carrie’s dyin’.”
It was spring, but a chilling night breeze had suddenly picked up that made the potato shiver.
“Nonsense, our youngest’s got plenty of time.” “Moe, he’s--” Weepy shook his head. Maybe it was better to not say it. It was obvious that neither of them had the energy to deal with this. With nothing more to say, the onion had settled himself into the soil and prepared to go to bed. They had another long day ahead of them after all.
“You comin’?”
“Yeah…”
It wasn’t long before Moe had buried himself into the ground to rest. Before drifting off to sleep, he hoped, he strongly and silently hoped that he was right that Carrie did still had enough time.