The 10 Minute Story: events on a farm with regards to a storm brewing.
Missy made a loud moo in my general direction. I could swear sometimes she’s smarter than I give her credit, but then she has a vacant stare while she chews on some cud. “Yeap, the storms coming girl. Weather man says it’s gonna be a biggin’ so you’re goin’ into the barn.” Another moo pierces the still air as a small dry wind begins to pick up. I taste and smell the changing humidity. “It’s comin on faster than they said. Come on stupid cow, hurry up and get inside.” I get to pushin’ her and pullin’ on the collar. I try to lead her with some hay or some fruit. She doesn’t budge. “You’re the last one. Don’t you want to join your friends?” After just a few seconds a lightning bolt pierces the sky, one second the sky was slightly cloudy, the next a dark cloud was a few miles from my barn. And then the light from the next bolt sends me to the ground. The sound was so loud I could swear it hit me. But instead I look up and see the roof of the barn has caught fire. The cows start to make a r