A Quiet Barn

The quaint countryside was waiting with open arms and blooming flowers. It was eerily silent. The birds weren’t chirping and the pond had no fish. It was strange. Something was off but I couldn’t tell what. I walked over to the barn and there was a strong smell wafting from the hay stack. With unsure steps I trailed over to the yellow heap and found a brown bag. My fingers trembling, thoughts blurring but I open the bag. There in it was a stale piece of cheese, my prize for spending 2 hours on a scavenger hunt! Is that fair?


3 Comments Add yours

  1. Beautifully written work; a most exquisite blog.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Yamini says:

      Thank you so much 😊

      Liked by 1 person

      1. You’re sincerely welcome.


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