Madrid Iowa Orchard Owners Stand Against a Counterfeit Prophecy for Two Thousand Twenty Six

the long shadows of the apple trees reaching toward the porch like dark fingers.

I stood in the kitchen for a moment, looking at the empty space on the counter where the red ledger had been.

I went into the bedroom and took my dark wool coat from the hanger, shaking out the dust from the shoulders.

From the small porcelain tray on the dresser, I picked continue reading …