Short Story Five

Their laughter filled the quiet afternoon air, echoing through the rolling fields of corn and wheat that surrounded them. The farm was a patchwork of life, the crops stretching out in neat rows as far as the eye could see, the occasional tree standing guard over a distant corner like a proud sentry.

As the chuckles faded, the old farmer's expression grew serious. "Tim, you know I've lived here my whole life, and I've seen a thing or two. But lately, I've been getting the feeling that something's not right."