Caiti Opal

The birds are singing as I feed the chickens out front. The sky is blue with little clouds and a light breeze blows through my hair. I hear footsteps coming up behind me, knowing it’s my brothers. Nash: Mornin’ sis. How’s the feed today? Caiti: We’re gettin a bit low, but we should be good ‘till Friday. Payton: Well thank god for that. As we’re talking, a large dirty blue Chevy pulls into our driveway, blowing up light dust clouds.