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

the sun had dropped behind the ridge, leaving the orchard in deep shadow.

The kitchen was cold, the pilot light on the stove casting a tiny blue circle on the wall.

On the counter sat three white envelopes with red window borders, the late notices from the rural electric cooperative.

The total at the bottom of the bill was three hundred and forty-two continue reading …