Early winter winds swept across the late October night. Her sweater suddenly seemed too thin. She started walking faster. Leaving the streetlights behind she ducked under the fence and decided on a shortcut through the field. To her left was an elaborate maze of corn, three acres wide, the biggest in the state, the land running alongside her own family’s farm. It was dark now but she knew this path like the back of her hand. She was half way home when the sound of a bird startled her. It was a crow, squawking and shrieking with abandon as it tore into something very dead, and very fresh. She turned her head in disgust at the site and kept walking.
Then she heard a dog barking -her dog. Oberon? What could he be doing all the way out here? She couldn’t help but seek him out, her pet of twelve years. Her walk turned into a jog toward the maze as she heard Oberon give a sharp yelp. Into the stalks she went, calling out his name. He wasn’t barking
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