The desire to disappear left the instant Reed Darby heard Sammy’s fake crow call. He hadn’t heard her secret distress call in over four years, not since they were eleven years old. He folded his arms behind his head and laughed miserably to himself as he stared up at the crusty ceiling of the old tree house.
He hadn’t heard Sammy’s call just now--he couldn’t have. What an imagination he had.
And then he heard her call again. Clear, crisp, and carrying across the fields and straight through the window of his hideaway, “Aww, aww, aww!”
Reed sat up straight, banging his head against a loose plank. His heart thumped as he rubbed his head and pulled himself to his feet. He squinted out the window.
Bright sunshine. Wispy cirrus clouds. High today, June 6th, of 78 degrees. A splendid summer afternoon in the Midwest. Completely boring to an aspiring meteorologist like himself. His eyes wandered far below a hill, past a barbed wire fence stringing a bank of ragged apple trees where a cluster of barns and outbuildings stood. Samantha Sleestick’s farm.
Sammy was in trouble, and she needed him. Just like old times. He dropped from the tree house and sprinted toward the Sleestick place.
“Aww, Aww!” It was coming from the barn. Maybe it was something to do with that Matt Maddler. He’d been hanging around Sammy’s group lately, looking for trouble.
The barn door was locked, but Reed easily found the loose clapboard they’d used as an entrance years ago. He followed the sound inside and up to the loft. He could never have predicted the horrible sight that confronted him and made him gasp.
The bare, pimply arse stopped pumping as Maddler turned around. “Jesus, Darby, what the fuck?”
Sammy rolled her eyes as she looked at him over Maddler’s shoulder.
It wasn’t her secret distress call after all.
Reed may not have known which way the wind was blowing, but he could sure as hell forecast a shit-storm coming real soon.
Opening: Anonymous.....Continuation: ril