Short Story Sunday: Latchberry Farm [Part Two]

After three hours in the downpour, Jacob found the sound of the water dripping from the rim of his hat soothing. What had started as a routine evaluation of the fence on the lower ridges of his property had ended up as a herd and rescue mission. Something – or someone – had spooked the sheep and he and George had their hands full trying to calm them again.

Short Story Sunday: Latchberry Farm

 

The breeze carried the scent of the forest into Sasha’s bedroom. The curtains billowed against the sash window, seeming to resist the fragrance of greenery after the rain. Sasha’s reverie was interrupted by the weight of Fred, the Golden Retriever, landing on her bed.