A Bloody, but Lovely Reunion at the Barn

A tale of murder, love, and loss

Photo by Sawyer on Unsplash

Part I. Jane

With each agonizing step, blood seeps from my wound and trickles onto the dry dirt.

Come on Jane, it’s right there, maybe 50 more steps.

You’ve come this far.

Don’t stop now.

My torso burns and my legs nearly collapse from under me, but I lug myself forward until I reach the colossal barn door.

Using my last ounce of strength, I yank the rusty wood door sideways, and let my eyes adjust to the cavernous space, spot a storage room stocked with hay bales, and limp towards my makeshift bed for the night.

I choke on thick specs of dust, and barely manage to avoid the fresh horse manure corroding the floor.

As the moonlight slips through a small broken window, I lie down on the dusty concrete floor resting my head on a patch of hay.

Okay Jane, you’ve got to get up early; no one can know you are here.

And clean up the blood, there can’t be a single trace, but for now…

For now, get some sleep.

Part II. David

EEEEERRRRR. The rumble of a tractor breaks the empty silence of the farm.