Alice sat quietly starring out the window of the
Farmhouse she lived in. She was perched on
the window seat looking out in the driveway
where the family’s van sat next to two empty
spots, one for the old truck her brother’s fixed
up and one for her father’s work truck. The
grass was slowly growing over the spot where
stepmother once parked. Just past the drive
was a dirt road, all sides fenced in, across the
road you could see the Bevender farm, and in
the distance miles past that you could just
barely make out the roof of the Blake’s barn.
If she turned her head to the right she could
see The Green farm, the land long since been
merged with her own, but a small piece cut off
and sold after an old shack and barn had been
fixed up. In the very distance she could see her
best friend’s chimney. If she turned to the left
she saw the Trikru group farm, then her other
best friend’s small farm. In the very distance
she saw smoke coming for town but no visible
buildings. But she did see a cloud of dust that
send her sailing back to reality.
What she was doing, why she was home, what
happened on the road. She hadn’t wanted to
go swimming, of course she hadn’t taken worn
anything less than a flannel or other men’s
long sleeved shirts and a pair of men’s jeans
since she came off the road months ago, not
caring if the late May heat was cooking berries
on the bushes. But nevermind her feelings of
not wanting to be undress or near a man she
didn’t know. She was here, waiting for the man
who bought the old house her brother’s fixed
up and sold. Some vet from California, young
guy grandad had said. To give him the key and
show him in. She stood heart full of dread as
the dust came closer and closer eventually
breaking the horizon. Eventually coming to stop
in the yard, and coming to the door to knock,
she gulped and walked to fetch the keys and
tie on combat boots quickly before heading to
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