Sterling City

Two hours later, lunch for the rest of Sterling City, Lee stepped out of the barn, raised his welding mask, and focused in on the commotion the tractor had all of the sudden become. Lee watched it from his favorite chair and tilted his head over to better hear her out front, grinding the starter on her station wagon. Lee watched it until a shooting star scratched a line of white across the sky, then he nodded, looked across the field at the wavering square of light he knew had to be Zoe. Finally what they had to do was dig up the anchors on the pivot and pull it back towards Lee’s house.