The Barn: A Narrative Fiction

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wasn’t as heavy as Eva May remembered, but then again her fondest memories of the barn were from a few years ago. “Quiet or we’re going to get caught,” her cousin Brenda said as she walked past her and went straight to the light switches, flipping one of them on, and lit her cigarette. “I think we’re old enough to be in the barn after dark.” Eva pushed the door closed to block the biting cold wind. Still, it slammed against the wall, causing the aging building to moan and creak in protest, mimicking the mood of her heart as she remembered the events of the last few days. She wasn’t really one for
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