Cute Short Stories

The Farmer Boy -- Short Story 9

The Farmer Boy -- Short Story 9
••••••••••••••••

Pushing back my bangs and pulling the rest of my hair into a tight ponytail, I hopped out of my car and walked up to the front door.

Knocking on the door, I glanced around behind me. I was on a farm well out of town and the owners were looking for someone to do small jobs here and there.

Having lived on a farm for a few years when I was younger, I figured I should check it out.

"Hello, can I help you?" A short woman answered the door. She shook flour from her hands.

"Uh, I was wondering if you still needed someone to help out?" I showed her the flyer I had grabbed from a stack at the summer job building.

"Sure, girlie. We can always use some help. I'm Marge." She grinned.

"Leanne."

"I'm sure my husband will be a bit shocked to see a city girl looking to help, but he'll come around."

"Actually I grew up-"

"He's over in the barn." She looked down at my feet, "thank heavens you wore gumboots." She laughed.

"Should I come back later then? Or drop off my resumé?"

"Don't worry about that, sweetie. I'm sure you're qualified." Her smile never left her face, "How about I call my nephew to the house and he can take you over to meet Jim?"

"If he's busy, I can come back."

"No, no. It'll be best if you meet today so you can start right away." She invited me inside, "Let me just go call Justin."

I stayed at the front door while Marge left to find her phone. Checking out the hallway, I saw lot's of pictures. Most of them were of little kids (maybe grandchildren) and of Marge and Jim, but a few had a boy who only looked one age. The other kids were in enough pictures to see them age older.

In the closest one, the boy looked about 18 and very familiar. The boy was at a fair and the longer I looked, I realized it was the fair that was held a month ago in town.

I probably walked passed him a few times while I was there.

"Leanne?" Marge called from what I was guessing to be the kitchen.

"Yeah?"

"Justin's just coming from the back field. He'll meet you on the porch."

"Thank you." I called before shutting the door.

I took a seat on the first step to wait. A tabby cat joined me after a few minutes. Her collar read 'Milky'

How clever.

I rolled my eyes, petting Milky on the head.

The sun shone over the nearby trees and I closed my eyes.

I reopened them when I heard a cough in front of me.

The boy from the pictures.

"Leanna?"

"It's Leanne."

"Close enough. Come on, I'll take you to my uncle." He barely even waited for me to stand up before walking away.

I followed behind him, careful not to step on his heels.

"Just so you know," Justin spun around just outside the barn, "We don't like city folk out here too much. You'll be lucky if my uncle agrees to this."