The Slaughter
Part 1 - CindyThe alarm jarred Cindy into reluctant wakefulness. Murmuring her discontent, she willed herself upright, and stumbled across the room to turn off the alarm. She brushed a curtain aside, and peered out the window of her farmhouse. A gray autumn day. How fitting, Cindy thought, for what lay ahead. Turning back into the room, she stepped out of her nightgown, and paused in front of the full-length mirror. Not bad, she thought, for 40. The work on the farm was hard, especially since...