he soft summer breeze weaved in and out of the corn field. Sounding like a wire whisk beating an egg, it was the only noise you could hear, with the exception of an occasional moo from a cow.
In the distance, through the woods, the faint sound of metal chains spinning around sprockets got louder and louder.
A cow, head down in a pile of alfalfa, stops mid chew and looks up. [click to continue…]
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tanding in front of the dairy cooler at the supermarket, I’m caught in a great debate. In my left hand I’m holding the expensive, shiny and creamy butter. In my other hand I’m holding the bland, generic brand.
I’m staring at both packages. The cooler is sending a breeze up my shirt and my nipples get hard. Just then, I hear a sultry, yet raspy, voice behind me. My nipples get soft. [click to continue…]
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he sound of the rattling engine got louder and louder. My Dad was on the other side of the house mowing the lawn and at any moment he was gonna come around the corner and see that I had just killed his prize chicken. [click to continue…]
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