The Fan Base

The base was a hunk of wood, nailed to the wall. The fan hooked there went back and forth endlessly. With each passing gust of wind, the flies rose and buzzed and hovered. When the breeze moved on temporarily, they settled to their chore again. When Steph reached the barn door she could hear them. She stepped into the barn and she smelled it. Maybe it was a dead cow, she thought. She hesitated, telling herself again and again it was a cow.

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

1 thought on “The Fan Base”

  1. Molly, Donna and Peggy, Tony Lane’s self-proclaimed fan base, anxiously waited outside for him by his shiny, new, black and red ’56 Ford Fairlane. He was a dreamy boy of seventeen with a black ducktail, green eyes and a sultry voice that made his guitar glad he could play it.

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