The Snake and the Rope
It was late afternoon, overlooking the farm, a father and son had just come home from school and parked the truck outside the old red barn. The barn’s red paint was peeling and the father hadn’t gotten around to repainting the buildings on the land they had purchased a couple years ago. He had always wondered why barns seemed to all be painted red, just like he had always wondered what it would be like to move to the country.
