Uncle Grand’s Wheat Field

Prompted Flash Fiction

Photo by Mekht on Unsplash

Bryn was taking her first sip of coffee when she saw it. She blinked twice then snatched the binoculars she kept for birding to make sure: a four-poster bed, complete with red velvet curtains and elaborate molding had appeared in Old Man Kemmerer’s field. Keeping out of other people’s business was one thing, but Bryn had never known beds to sprout from wheat fields in November. She…