Day 109 Ruminating And Writing

Triangle

She measured the space with her feet, following the line the indentation had left. It was a perfect triangle pressed onto her crops. Her neighbors had alerted her that someone had been messing with her fields. She climbed to the roof of her barn and watched as her field was run over by crop circles. The perfect triangle was there along with the other symbols. It was an elaborate hoax. Someone had too much time on their hands.

She sat on the roof, watching the symbols and wondering...