"F is for Fanny sucked dry by a leech"
What a grim fate that is, a young farmer, mending to the crops during the final aftermaths of a flashflood, handling a certain area that is out of reach for those taller than petite Fanny. Minding her way business, focusing on the task at hands.
A level headed and strong shoulder child, Fanny is. Most would think, a thin child like Fanny could never handle the troubles, like farming so easily, compare to year end workers. There she is though, working away, mending the fields the best she can, trudging with steadfast feed through the thick and slimly mud domain. Farther she goes out, it will long close to nightfall, upon her returning.
Taking in high warnings of what the flashfloods could have brought, from lands and seas unknown of, but those worries come later. The crops are Fanny's only worry. Small Fanny, lacking muscle and fat, during the ration periods do take tolls, at times. Yet, it gave her bravo to get work done. Even if her body is easily to get sick, she pushes on.
So frail that Fanny is, frail Fanny, so misplaced to the world, one blink and she'll likely be gone, if the next year isn't kind for food and work. She could snap like a twig. The worst though, a bite, a bite the size of a quarter would be her down fall. Stunning her, tripping over arise roots under the shallow pools, slim arms keeping her from drowning, but the sting in her left leg becomes too much.
Fanny's sight will give out, her arms sliding deeper into the water, she is feeling cold and drained, in a last chance to end the sting, shakes her leg where it is, out of the corner of her eye, though blurry, the dark large mass, isn't hard to miss. Fanny wants to scream, but her balance is lost, and she goes head first into the water.
She does whatever she can to shake it away the blur, it isn't long, before she goes still. While the mass large enough to be a small dog, swims off. Leaving frail Fanny for others to find hours later after her final breath; like any other. A bruised mark on her leg, thinking it was a sprain and she drowned.
Unknowingly, that is not even close to the truth, but to most, now be a time to grieve. Crops need to be saved, and Fanny, was just a causality to mess they had to take care.
Liking it or not, everything was a job, that needed to be done with.