Velvet Verbosity: Soil

This post is in response to the 100 word writing challenge Velvet Verbosity where we are asked to write 100 words inspired by a single prompt. This week’s word is Soil.

Soil
It cascades between my fingers.
From it, life that sustains life.

Many men have fought to gain it
To keep it,
to live on it
die on it
be buried under it.

It’s just dirt.
The kids they track it in and mess up my floors.
It sticks to the boots of my husband.
He works so hard to lift his legs through the wet;
through the clay, through and through.

His boots lay outside by the door
too filled with it to come in the house
or face the wrath of the woman
who runs her fingers through it.