Flashback Michael's Last Day

[Michael E Ukari]

462 AV, 22nd of Fall

The sound of his fathers painful coughing woke Michael that morning. Sluggishly Michael pulled himself from the bed, he came to his fathers side, whom was pulling a sliver of a cut up wool shirt from his lips, his lips as well as the cloth, are spotted with crimson.

"Oh.. Pa..." Michael couldn't help his worry, his father is all he has, and Michael is all his father has, since his mother died in Michael's birth. "I'm getting that medicine this afternoon." He confirms, to them both.

"Boy, it's just the dust, I'm fine, once some rain comes I'll be..." Michael's father is cut off by a coughing spasm, Michael pats his back and places the back of his other hand on his fathers forehead, after the spasm ceased.

"Pa. That doesn't explain the Fever." Michael listens to his fathers long winded explanation for why his forehead was hot, Michael was not convinced. "Dad, you just stay in bed and rest, I'll load up the wagon myself. Once I'm done, I'm going to town."

Michael soon walked back into their home and walked to his father, whom was snoring loudly. He tucked his father in tightly, and went to get a cool rag to place on his forehead. He then cut some ham and bread and made a few sandwiches for the road and for his father.

He returned to the cart, and checked the cargo to make sure a few bumps in the road wouldn't shift the garden goods around and bruise them. He sighed at the amount, it would barly pull them both through the next few months, he would have to get a job at Harver's Mill again.

After lashing their two prized pull mustangs to the cart, he petted them with care. "You girls ready?" He asked them, they gave him playful snorts in reply. "Well then, let's go, it's a long ways away."

And so Michael embarked from his family farm, northwest, on his way to Syrilas.