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

car kick up a gray cloud of dust as he sped down the gravel driveway, leaving the orchard quiet once more under the pale afternoon sky.

Upstairs in my bedroom, the light was fading, casting long gray shadows across the floral wallpaper. I sat on the edge of the mattress and opened the small drawer of my nightstand, the wood sticking continue reading …