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A Dream, A Figment Of My Imagination Or Reality?
The Barn Owl that had me questioning my sanity
A Fiction Short Story written for Vocal’s ‘Return of the Night Owl’ Challenge.
I inherited my parents farm land when they both passed away last year in a car accident. Although I’ve lived my entire life in this house and worked this land, alongside my parents, I am not at all ready to take on the full responsibility on my own. I’m sixteen years old, for Pete’s sake, not old enough to have this all land on my shoulders.
I keep saying my new mantra over and over in my head, “one day at a time, one day at a time.”
I awaken to the sound of my alarm clock, rudely letting me know it is 4am. I peel back my eyelids, against my will, to see that it’s still dark outside. How is it I need to get up before the sun even rises?
Oh that’s right, only the thousand chores that need completing before I can lay my weary head back down on my pillow tonight.
I slowly climb out of bed and pull on my work clothes. Long pants, long sleeve shirt and boots. Thankfully it’s a little nippy this morning as these clothes can make hot work of the chores but better hot than badly sunburnt.
