A.E. Fields
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Husband, Father, Creator, Human.
Stories (2/0)
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“Good to go?” I ask as my wife straps our two-year-old daughter into the car seat. “Um, yes,” she says reluctantly from the back seat as I shift our faded blue Ford Taurus into reverse. The resentful arguments have become more frequent over the last two months, causing awkward tension every time we attempt to engage in family events. It’s Sunday, which means another trip to Elliston Farm for a family dinner. “Can you please slow down? I’m going to get car sick,” she laments from the back seat. “You’re more than welcome to sit in the front seat, you know, like most adults,” I snapped back. An awkward silence fills the void in the car, with the exception of Baby Shark playing on repeat. The smell of coming rain drifts in through the air vents as the combination of twilight and clouds darken the sky. The swaying canopy of trees on the winding country road makes it seem even darker. A loud THUMP comes from the front of the car, and I think maybe a branch or something fell from a tree because of the wind. “What the hell was that?” my wife’s voice clearly annoyed as I slam on the brakes. I bite my tongue as I open the door and get out to assess the situation. A high pitched screech pierces the air, and a sharp pain behind my eyes force me to wince. Then I see what looks like an injured animal just in front of the car. “Dammit,” I say aloud to myself as I see it moving. “An owl, I hit a stupid owl!” I yell back to the car, assuming someone is listening. My wife steps out of the car and starts toward me, the ever familiar look of disdain on her face yet again. “Well, now I guess we need to take it to a vet. We can’t just leave it here.” Her eyes like daggers as she cuts them at me. I grab an old musty blanket that just so happened to be in the trunk and wrap the owl up in it and put it in the front seat where no one sits anyway. “Call your mother and tell her we won’t be there,” I say with an odd sense of relief.
By A.E. Fields3 years ago in Horror
2020 (Di)Vision
Cheers for the New Year It was the first day of the new year, and I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up inexplicably. There was a pulsing sense of hope and optimism for the year 2020. After all, we were entering an exciting new era of the "roaring 20's" when prosperity and innovation were at all-time highs. Unfortunately, the universe mistook that as a challenge, and we soon started to hear and feel the effects of her chaotic "roar."
By A.E. Fields3 years ago in Humans