The agricultural colony on the planet, Demeter, succeeded beyond all expectations. The previously untouched soil produced bumper crops every year, supplying 32% of Earth’s grain and vegetables.
Still, dark clouds loomed.
While the farmers of Demeter became richer each year, they claimed Earth taxed them too harshly. They worked hard day and night, they said, working their fingers to the bone.
Max Hendrickson, leader of the anti-taxation movement, sat on the porch of his sprawling farmhouse. Robots in the field hauled in hay bales. Other robots tilled the ground for the next crop. In the house, more robots cleaned the dishes from breakfast and started the roasts for lunch.
Max read the news while sipping his mint julep. As he absently set the large glass down he winced in pain. “Ow! Ow, ow.”
“What’s wrong, dear?” said his wife, Magdalena as she paused her soap opera stream.
Max flipped his hand. “I think I sprained my wrist.”
“Goodness me,” she soothed. “I told you colony life was difficult. You’re working too hard.”
Written for: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2018/04/23/fffaw-week-of-april-24-2018/