Sunrise Farms

           “Weed.”
            “Weed.”
            “Weed.”
            To pass the time they said “weed” each time they pulled one up, no matter how small.
            Tyler rocked back on his heels and wiped at his forehead with his grimy rubber glove. The last three days had been nothing but weeding; he had stopped trying to get the dirt from under his fingernails at night. Once he shouted “WEED!” to be funny. Jenny and Blake had smiled a little. Three days at his new job at Sunrise Farms, and he still knew nothing about the two except how they tended to say “weed”. It felt strange.