Michele Feltman Strider on Nostr: You, Lily, and the horses run to the barn just ahead of the storm. Rain pelts the ...

You, Lily, and the horses run to the barn just ahead of the storm. Rain pelts the roof. Boards creak and sigh. The warm scent of hay envelopes you. It's cozy and incredibly dark. You turn on your phone flashlight, noting the low battery level.

You explore carefully, trying not to reenact the "stepping on a rake" gag.

You're surrounded by stores of apples and pumpkins. A wooden ladder leads to the hayloft. Empty horse stalls hold piles of fresh hay. Bats roost in the rafters. There's a chicken.