The Death of The Impossibly Old Farmer

The most surprising thing, you know, was the silence. The loneliness. I don't know why. But you expect noise, activity, help? However, there was no-one and nothing; only beautiful, peaceful, lonely, silence. A chicken clucked gently as it passed by, before pecking unconvincingly at some grain which that morning, had been placed dutifully for her in a bucket. It was 5:45pm. Birds were singing. The sun was setting in the distance. The meadow looked absolutely stunning.

"Kill me..." the old man said. "I beg you. Finish this....Please kill me..."

And he fucking meant it.

Disclaimer: I didn't write it. It was a friend of mine, whose Name is Ben Homewood.