The Lonely Farmer

• Horror

								
Seek a miracle productions presents:
The Lonely Farmer 
Written by: Sam Dupre 
Both of my parents passed away the summer that I turned fifteen. I buried them myself, on the edge of the property. Just beneath the willow tree, the one on the hill overlooking the lake. Father used to read to me there, it was such a lovely spot. My mother would have loved the view. If only she still had eyes. She lost them, when she left my father. I could tell that he missed her dearly, because he would watch the news each hour and he would read the newspaper every morning. He even got a hold of a police radio. It sat on the window seal, and it stayed on all throughout the day and all throughout the night. She was gone for a whole week before my father finally found her, she was staying in the southern barn, she survived by eating freshly laid chicken eggs and drinking milk directly from the cows. She must have gotten lost and couldn’t find her way home. She was my second mother. My first mother left him too, when I was only five, she never did come back. Father would go out hunting a lot after that. I would hear the gunshots, but he must have missed because he would never come home with any game.
I had to drop out of school, even though I liked going very much. I excelled in all of my classes except for math. I didn't like math. I was also a proud member of the FFA. I had been named best in show for 3 years in a row. It should have been four, but the first show I entered, my pig weighed in at 347 pounds, while little Nancy Hennigan’s pig weighed in at 353 pounds. That evening when I showed my father my second place medal, he was even more upset about the outcome than I was. Nancy Hennigan was not at school the next day, in fact she was never seen or heard from again. However, we had 353 pounds of fresh pork. I hated that I had to quit school, but it was a necessary sacrifice. After all, I had a farm to run. The farm was passed down through generations, and it was my responsibility to keep it thriving. I worked from dawn till dusk, tending to the animals, cleaning up behind them, feeding them. I would plow the fields, plant and fertilize the seeds. I grew lots of crops, such as wheat, corn, potatoes, and soybeans. I would also maintain the infrastructure and  work on the equipment. The days were long and exhausting, and I was lonely.
 I thought about getting another dog; I had a blue healer once I called him Max, it was short for Maximo. Let’s just say that things did not end well for max and leave it at that. I did not want to go through that again. Besides, what I needed was some help on the farm. I needed a wife and I needed some children. I knew where to go, I used to ride with my father when he would go into town to sell the harvest. He showed me the building across from the train station, the one with the large neon sign of a dancing lady above the entrance. It was where he had met both of my mothers. If it worked out for him, it should work out for me. He told me what to do down to the smallest detail. Inside, there were three stages and three girls dancing naked up on each stage. There were girls walking around the floor flirting with the men that sat around the stages. They would toss dollar bills at the girls, or stuff them into their underwear. Father told me that the right girl would stand out above all the rest, none of them caught my attention, not the ones dancing on the stages, nor the ones walking around the floor. I was about to give up and leave, and then I saw the girl behind the bar; she had golden hair  that flowed like silk and violet-colored eyes. I knew they would look great on the mantelpiece, next the others. My father had shown me how to do that as well. I waited in the parking lot all night, until it was closing time. Getting her into the truck, that was the easy part. Now, how am I going to keep her from leaving me to? I wonder where my father keeps the keys to the cage. Perhaps I should have asked him before I pulled the trigger.
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