Farmboy
It was a way the teen farmboy had gone many times before. A winding path through a wood leading him from his home in the rural countryside into the closest small town. This time, before he exited the wood, just as he neared the familiar clearing towards town, his breath caught in his throat. The usual quiet of the forest, the occasional songbirds and chirping bugs, was broken by soft human moans – he wasn’t sure if from pleasure or pain. He stopped in his tracks and listened a few moments before surmising that the moans were coming from down a dirt lane ahead of the clearing. He couldn’t help but peek through the slats of the grayed fence belonging to an old house down the lane. What he saw before him was a vision …