Traded on the Love Exchange Part 3
6. Farmed OutThe farm is dark and silent. The light I saw comes from a lamp atop a huge empty barn with a corrugated roof. The other buildings slump around me. Some are ancient, some more modern although those are shabbier. There is a thick, fertile smell of hay.The silence unnerves me, even as I stand panting in the courtyard.“Hello?” I call.This is ridiculous – I am calling like I don’t want to disturb anyone out of stupid middle-class politeness.“Hello! Help me, please!” It is not clear...
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