“Coming events cast their shadows before” James Joyce-Ulysses he internet and cable service had been down for going on three days now but every time Melissa Adams tried calling to find out what the problem was the phone just rang and rang, no menu hell, no message, nothing. Her husband Scott had been down with the flu for the past couple of days and she knew if she told him he would drag himself out of bed and tend to it. Scott prided himself on his ability to fix everything that was wrong with the world and he always did. Melissa had never felt safer or more loved than the five years she had been with Scott. She reached down and ran her hand over her round tummy, imagining the miraculous life growing inside of her. Conception had been extremely difficult so this would probably be their one and only child so she prayed she would be a good mother. She knew the baby would have the best possible father. Melissa and Scott met later in life and at first it almost seemed too good to be true. After years of heartbreak and disappointments their paths seemed to cross at exactly the right time. They both wanted the same things; a place in the country to raise a family and raise their own food and perhaps most importantly for Melissa, room for horses. Melissa developed a love for horses when she was very young. She grew up on a farm in Iowa and the family next door raised horses for show. It was difficult to grasp the concept of having such a majestic creature prance around an arena just to show and win prizes but at least she could watch them. Each day she would walk past the pastures and watch them flirt with the wind as their manes came to life.   Now she had horses of her own and if the timing was right she would be giving birth at about the same time her horse Rowan would be foaling. She could see their child and Rowans foal growing up together with that special bond that is difficult to explain. Things were going well for them, they had financial security, the acreage they had toiled over and now the baby, yet she couldn’t shake the feeling. Something seemed out of balance, something she couldn’t put her finger on. Things in the country were growing increasingly unstable with both of the political parties dividing the country, but that was nothing new. Election years always had a propensity to bring out the name calling and division.  Things seemed eerily out of place but she discounted it as mother to be jitters and tried to carry on with her chores. Scott’s appetite was starting to come back and she wanted to cook his favorite meal for him so she had planned accordingly. She went about feeding the chickens and goats and went to check on Rowan. Rowan was nowhere to be found and Melissa knew that she was off on one of her afternoon strolls leaving the other horses to their hay. Perhaps Rowan was suffering from the motherhood jitters as well, hoping and praying she would be a good mother.   She finished her chores and as she started walking back to the house she noticed the huge dust clouds on the road leading to their farm. Theirs was the only place down this road and it was an odd time for anyone to be paying a visit, plus it seemed to be more dust than a lone vehicle would produce. She suddenly felt a rush of panic course through her and felt as though she needed to be near Scott so she picked up the pace and hurried to the house.  “Is that smell what I think it is? Before she could answer him there was a ruckus outside and she knew it had to do with the dust. Scott saw the distress in her eyes and they both ran outside just as the gunfire erupted. They stepped around the house to look out at the road and there were two non-descript gray vans parked outside their gate. They saw something lying on the ground and Melissa screamed as she realized it was their dog Mona. Why on earth would they shoot Mona she was the calmest golden retriever on the planet. Scott turned and ran into the house and she knew he was going after his shotgun, but they were outnumbered and the gun would serve no purpose.  …a movie coming to your theatre as soon as someone has the courage to make it…
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