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Pushing through the rough, gray, barn door, Mark let his hand slide, just a little, to feel the grain of the wood. The slightly mildewed smell of hay left to rot entwined with palpable horseshit aromas lingering over a disused stall. Every sense was alive, freed from the dull life of the city, amplified by the recent excitement at the farm. Sun shone through a series of dirty, clouded windows.
I don't have much time to spare.
Mark strode across the room to gather what he needed. No longer enraptured by the smells of the farm or of the pastoral bliss that he envisioned, he set to work. A shovel and a large brown sack under his left arm, his right hefted an axe over his shoulder. He winced as the axe rested on his collarbone.
Easy, buddy. You have a lot more to do.
He eyed a wheelbarrow holding a few bags of concrete piled lazily against each other. Pausing for a moment, Mark considered taking this, too.
Later. First I have to work the ground, then I will plant my hard work.
Mark threw open the door, giving it a shove with his shoulder, again wincing and admonishing himself to be more careful. As he did, a crow holding jagged piece of flesh in her beak took flight in front of him. Their eyes met for a moment: a cold stare between icy blue eyes and bottomless black orbs. Her brothers called out to her in his name, "Mark, Mark, Mark, Mark."
She flew. He ran.
I don't have much time to spare.
Mark strode across the room to gather what he needed. No longer enraptured by the smells of the farm or of the pastoral bliss that he envisioned, he set to work. A shovel and a large brown sack under his left arm, his right hefted an axe over his shoulder. He winced as the axe rested on his collarbone.
Easy, buddy. You have a lot more to do.
He eyed a wheelbarrow holding a few bags of concrete piled lazily against each other. Pausing for a moment, Mark considered taking this, too.
Later. First I have to work the ground, then I will plant my hard work.
Mark threw open the door, giving it a shove with his shoulder, again wincing and admonishing himself to be more careful. As he did, a crow holding jagged piece of flesh in her beak took flight in front of him. Their eyes met for a moment: a cold stare between icy blue eyes and bottomless black orbs. Her brothers called out to her in his name, "Mark, Mark, Mark, Mark."
She flew. He ran.