An awkward and stale silence settled over the three of us as we worked. Every now and then Priscilla would try to lighten the mood but it was like pouring water on a rock in hopes of softening it.
I stole a side glance at her frame. She looked so unbothered and relaxed. I huffed and looked away. My grip on the knife tightened and I chopped harder, the sound cutting through the silence
Today we had more workload than yesterday. More things to chop which means my hands might be bruised by the time I'm done.
Divvy and Priscilla stiffened at the same time, their nose crinkling and lightly sniffing the air.
"Keep your head down" divvy ordered, all hint of the playfulness she usually had gone.
I knew better than to question them and I continued with my work, my head lowered.
From the corn
