≈ meadowview farm. with @hairpintvrns ( terry )
This had been four days in a row now. Madisyn watched the stranger from her place on the porch of the farmhouse, hot coffee warming her hands in the uncomfortable morning chill. Illinois was not as kind in the fall as it had been in the summer, that was for sure. She made a mental note to order herself a thicker bathrobe, the thin satin kimono-style one currently draped over her frame not doing much to retain body heat.
Still, she’d sacrifice a bit of warmth if it meant she could finally capture proof that she was being stalked.
She had no idea what the person was up to, stalking the grounds of the farm, on the edges near the trees, staring up at the miserable gray sky as if there was something so interesting up there. Maybe for security cameras, Madi thought, taking a sip of her drink. Maybe they were looking for a way to get to the poor, defenseless llamas.
Or the poor, defenseless influencer who lived alone in an isolated farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. God, they were probably aware of Madi staring them down, and were going to wait until she turned around to go inside and get ready for the day to strike.
It’d be like Kim Kardashian in Paris all over again.
With that scary thought lodged in her mind, Madi ventured to the edge of the steps of the porch, leaning out so they would hear her as she yelled across the ground, causing a few birds to scatter from the trees at the sudden interruption of the silence.
“Hey! What the hell are you doing on my farm?!”
