Story by Frank Walters Clark
Cover Design by Flashcan

From p. 1:
One day out of the blue, Trish and I conceived the idea we were going to have a barn. It was going to be just like the one John McGregor built.
One we had often admired as we drove past his farm. Standing on the hill above the apple orchards and looking back at us. Tall, strong, and built to last a lifetime.
We didn’t think about the money, or care about the time it would take to raise it. Nor did we ever consider the cost to us in terms of mind and spirit, when the end finally came.
From p. 3:
The firestorms came to our part of the land unexpectedly. Not of the predictable kind, racing across the land, where trenches can be dug in the dirt, or fronts cleared, and embattlements placed to halt the advancing echelons.
This rifling, unwanted kind of death was from the sky. A force coming like a wind-driven blaze, fast, and hot, and filled with fiery projectiles.
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(one of my Collected Short Stories, found HERE)
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