Trifecta: The Year
Posted in Fiction on November 6th, 2012 by Annabelle – 12 CommentsIt was the year that changed everything, they all agreed. It was the year the revolution swept through the capital, the year ideas took flame and the new age began. It was the year the young dreamers in the cities could hardly see for the stars sparking before their eyes, and everything seemed possible.
That was the only thing they seemed to agree on. The discussions were complicated by the fact that no two scholars agreed on what to call it. The elderly called it the 12th year of King Roland — the young firebrands at the university called it the Glorious Year — the new priests called it the Fourth Year of the Second Cycle of the Progenitor, whoever that was. Even all this time later, he still didn’t know.
He remembered it as an ordinary enough year. The pear harvest had been moderately good. One of the vats of fall ale had gone bad and had to be dumped out. His youngest sister had gotten married. The most unusual thing that had happened was that a mare two villages over had produced twins. They hadn’t lived out the week, but he’d gone over to see them all the same. The smith’s son had insisted it was an omen. The whole village still laughed over that from time to time.
He trudged out onto the porch, dropped into the creaky old rocking chair, and smacked the old ashes out of his pipe against the bottom of his boot. The leaves in the orchard rustled gently as he tamped in new tobacco. The blossom was setting well this year; it should be a good harvest. He leaned back with a creak. The scent of the earth was rising like a wave under the morning sun.  The year that had changed everything. He coughed out a laugh, and lit his pipe.
This week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge called for 33 to 333 words on the third definition of the word YEAR (noun):
2: a cycle in the Gregorian calendar of 365 or 366 days divided into 12 months beginning with January and ending with December