A tractor trundled down an uneven path in the fields of wild grass, each squeak of the wheels releasing a new plume of broken stems and dust that clung to everything around like the tiniest of burrs. The tire marks were fresh and green, the only flaw in the expanse of golden-brown where crickets chattered. Baby birds squeaked indignantly at their new company.
New grass grew. The ranch was there to stay. One tractor became dozens a day, with shiny cars and horses and cows that mowed down the meadows and smelled of processed gas and grass. Dust was swept off new hardwood floors while the birds soared above, trying to ignore it all. Farmhands wiped sweat off their brows.
They found the first cow the next fall. It sagged against a mud-stained fencepost, swarmed by laughing flies and squatting cowboys. While they pursed their lips, wild grass crept back onto the roads.
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Lost Tales of Kirev
RandomThese are my shorter writing pieces. Not all of them are from the Kirev universe, but most fiction pieces will be compatible with it. I write everything from short stories to poetry to essays. Stay tuned! - - - - - - - - Remember to comment and vote...
