A flash fiction story - someone is hiding in the maize fields, someone who needs help.
Ants trail across my arm, an army of purpose, and instinctively I shake them off. The traitor bird, alert to my shifting, startles and lifts. Voices, sharp in the distance – I claw the earth, frantic – then still. A whistle: harsh, inevitable. Steps vibrate about me, grass rustles and I discover an unexpected, desperate, passionate, belief in god...
Ants trail across my arm, an army of purpose, and instinctively I shake them off. The traitor bird, alert to my shifting, startles and lifts. Voices, sharp in the distance – I claw the earth, frantic – then still. A whistle: harsh, inevitable. Steps vibrate about me, grass rustles and I discover an unexpected, desperate, passionate, belief in god...