There were two types of people. People who liked variety, and people who didn’t.
He was the former, stuck in a village that happily lived the same day over and over again.
Rooster’s crow to start the day, oats for breakfast, morning work, sandwiches for lunch, afternoon work, rice for dinner, and the same old tales around the main campfire to finish the day.
The only variation came with the seasons. If it rained, they worked inside. Some months they planted, some months they harvested. If there was an accident or natural disaster, they gathered to resolve it.
But any other day, and he could tell, to the minute, exactly where everyone was. It was as if the whole village lived in a time loop that only he was aware of.
He couldn’t take it anymore. It was time to switch things up. Starting with oats.
Genre: general, slice of life