Ficlets

Kansas Plains, 1825-

It was a chilly fall afternoon on my family's farm. I was reading a collected work of Shakespeare's classics my friend Emily had given me for my birthday. Lost in my thoughts, I barely heard my mother calling me. "Bethany, come help me hang these clothes!" Sighing, I sat my book down, grabbed my wool sweater, threw it over my threadbare cotton dress and headed towards my house. While I walked the distance, I enviously eyed my two younger sisters, Sarah and Kathrine. They were gaily playing in the open fields with Thistle, our family dog. 
 After helping my mother, I headed inside our log cabin. The house was cozy, and in the fireplace flames licked the inside, making our house warm in contrast to the chilly fall air. I headed to the room that I shared with my sisters. Not long after, I was called downstairs for our meal. After, I was to pick corn for the winter. It was a long way until I could snuggle under my handmade quilt. Sighing, I headed out to the fields until dusk..