All of the warning lights on Jake's instrument panel lit up at once and his car stopped cold. He repeatedly tried to get the car started again, but it was no use. Trying his cell phone was also futile since he was in the middle of nowhere.
Jake exited the car and looked around. Off in the distance there appeared to be some kind of farmhouse. He locked the car and started walking.
By late afternoon, Jake had reached the farmhouse.Threshers and other equipment rusted in the big yard. A grey-muzzled lab gave a half-hearted protest to his arrival and then settled back to his nap.
Jake knocked on the weathered door and a woman that he estimated to be in her early eighties answered the door. "I'm sorry to bother you, but my car broke down and I need to use your phone." Without a word, the old woman opened the door, and pointed to a wall-mounted phone in the kitchen.
While using the phone, Jake studied the photos that lined the walls of the kitchen. The farm was once filled with children and activity and he couldn't help but feel a terrible loss.
When he had finished with his call, Jake thanked the woman and departed the house. The napping dog huffed a little but took no other action. For just a moment, he thought he heard the good-natured shouting of men as they brought in the harvest and then it was gone.
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