Hay Bails and Rune swords
“I’ve always wanted to wield a rune sword.” Larry brushed his hands through the sharp pieces of hay.
Payton puffed out a cloud of smoke from his pipe. “Good luck ever doing that.” He’ll never understand.
Larry frowned and wiped the sweat from his brow. They’d been on break for twenty minutes now. He only wished they could’ve gone inside. The hot sweltering sun bored down on him like a microscope. Why must we be out here?
Payton looked at his watch. “Times up.”
“What? It’s only been twenty minutes. You said we’d be on break for thirty.” Larry glared.
Payton smirked. “Too long a break makes a man unfit.”
“But it’s hot.” His voice was high pitched and crackled.
“Would you like some cheese with that whine?” He extended his hand. “ C’mon and stand boy. You’ll never lift a rune sword if ya can’t stand the heat.”
His lip was pushed out and eyes drew to the ground. Asshole. He took the hand and they both went back to the hay bailer.
It was tedious work. Payton cought the bails with a hook and hand them to Larry who stacked them in piles, after carrying them to the back of the wagon. His finger knuckles became red with sores, despite the gloves he’d wear. He was a farm boy, always had been and always would be, or so his father said. From his messy unkept brown hair to his plain clothes, devoid of any logos, he couldn’t deny that he at least looked the part.
The wagon came to a stop. Swear pored down his face. Normally, he’d wipe it away but the day was over and he was much too tired. Larry watched Payton shut off the bailer. The old man had to be tired too. Finally.
A smirk spread across Larry’s face. “You think I’m strong enough to lift a runesword now?” He lifted up his sleeve and flexed.
Payton laughed. “You sure are a dreamer, just like ya father was.” His smile disappeared. Larry could tell he’d made a mistake. Payton never mentioned his father, not since the day he’d been turned. The two met each other’s eyes. “I didn’t meant to-“
“It’s fine.” Said Larry. “It wasn’t my fathers fault, remember.” Just forget it.
He rubbed his sweaty forehead, covered in bald spots. “I guess you’re right. Just don’t get too carried away with this runesword business.” Payton eyed him cautiously. “We’re not all meant for battle.” I’m different from you.
Larry nodded. “I know. It’s a dream, just like you said. But if it happens, which it probably won’t, It’d be amazing to wield such power.” His eyes were bright and if it weren’t for his sore back, he’d be beaming. You’ll see. I’ll show you.
“Let’s go get some water Superman.” Payton hopped off the wagon and Larry followed. Right now, water sounded better than any magical sword.
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