Farmers Prize: Science Fiction

It was only when she saw the farm report that she finally relaxed. It would be tight, but they would make it. The upset and commotion over her refusal tho share out the seed grain, the fighting with raiders, the tight belts and pinched bellies, all would be worth it--because they were going to make it. The greenhouses would be up and functioning by Spring, hopefully, but even if they weren't, all that had been sown and set to winter would be ready and edible. They would have potatoes and sweet potatoes and rutabagas to carry them through the winter when none of the greens could grow, no matter how sheltered. All that remained was to fight off those idiots who thought that just because they had guns, they could take the harvest of the colony--never mind that all would die once the farmers starved.


Inspiration: Getting a report from my new CSA! Exciting!
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: I think I switched the seasons up. And this is way too similar to every other post-apocalyptic survival story. Still, somehow charming. Harrumph. I need more post-apocalyptic survival-fantasy fiction, damn it! Grump. (That is, of course, how I started writing in the first place--well, a good half of it.)