1. Maggie's Farm


    Date: 6/9/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    completely confused, in fact, crazed at what I was seeing. I got out and looked at the faded phone number on the For Sale sign, thinking it was the number of the real estate agent. I stood there for several minutes, bewildered, not knowing what to do. I got back in my car and just sat there looking at the overgrown grass and the paint peeling from the old farmhouse. After about ten minutes, I drove back over the wooden bridge, and then to Hinkley’s General Store. I had the name and number of the real estate office and thought I would call to find out what happened to the farm. When I went up to the old guy at the counter, he looked up from the magazine he was reading, and when I asked if I could use his phone to call the real estate office and showed him the name. He looked at it, then back at me. “They ain’t around here any more. Why do you want to call them?” I told him I wanted to know what happened to the old farm on Bridge Road. He said, “I don’t know nothin’ about that farm, it’s been empty for years.” Just then, an old woman with a cane came into the store and said, “Hello, Leland,” then walked past us to the rear of the store. I glanced at her rounded back, her long black dress. Her white hair was tied loosely in a bun and I thought maybe she'd know something. She came back to the counter with a container of ice cream and put it down. “Put this in a bag and add this to my account. I’ll get to you at the end of the ...
    month.” “ Excuse me,” I said, “Do you know anything about the old abandoned farm on Bridge Road?” She looked up at me with a puzzled expression, squinting, nodding as if she was remembering. “You must mean the old Maggie O’Donnell farm,” she said. “Sad about that,” she sighed. “Nice woman, worked hard. I remember they tried having some kind of commune there a long time ago, but then it all fell apart. They found her dead about twenty some years ago. Said she was murdered by her husband—seems they were fighting over the farm. He went off to prison and because of what had happened, no one wanted the place and there it is falling into the ground.” I was stunned by the story, thanked her and went out to my car and must have sat there for twenty minutes thinking about what I’d just heard and what had happened to me the day before. I drove home, not listening to the radio, staring straight ahead, my mind trying to comprehend what I had experienced, but also feeling how much I loved Maggie, someone who existed in my life yesterday and was now gone and had been for over twenty years. When I got home, I made myself a cup of tea and stood at the window and looked out at the orange, yellow and red leaves falling to the ground, covering the flowerbeds, the rocks and the path leading up to my front door. I knew I was being foolish feeling I had lost the love of my life, as I stood at the window, tears in my eyes, knowing I would never be the same.
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