The Scarecrow (part one)
“Do scarecrows actually work?” asked Cindy as she stuffed more hay into the scarecrows head. Jess shrugged her shoulders.
“How do you mean?” She asked.
“Do they actually scare away crows and other birds from the fields?” Cindy inquired.
“I have no idea, but they’ve been used for a long time, so they must have some effect.” Jess replied.
“We should give him a name.” Cindy suggested.
“Him? We’re two lesbians making a scarecrow. Why is it a him?” Jess asked.
“I don’t know. I always think of scarecrows being guys I guess.” Cindy answered.
“That’s because you’ve been brainwashed by the patriarchy.” Jess stated. Cindy threw a bunch of hay at her. Jess laughed out loudly.
Once the scarecrow had been completed and given the name Max they hung it in the main field where their crop of corn had just be sown, thanks to their new tractor. After admiring their creation they then headed back to the farmhouse together.
During the night Cindy awoke. After lying there listening to Jess softly breathing beside her for a while, she got out of bed and went to the kitchen to make something to drink. She looked out the window at their fields but couldn’t see their scarecrow. She opened the door and went outside to investigate. When she got to the spot where they had put it up there was nothing there except the pole and crossbeam they had hung it on. The scarecrow was gone. Somebody stole our scarecrow! thought Cindy, who would do something like that? She sadly traipsed back to the house and went back to bed.
“Our scarecrow is gone. I think someone must have taken it.” Cindy told Jess when they woke up in the morning.
“I guess we will have to make another one.” Jess replied as she yawned and stretched.
They went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Jess looked out and saw the scarecrow still hanging in the field where they put it. She smiled and shook her head.
“I guess you must have been dreaming. The scarecrow is still out there girl!” She said.
Cindy looked out and saw the scarecrow too. Puzzled she went outside to get a closer look. There before her was the scarecrow as though it had never been moved. Jess came out and joined her.
“I don’t understand. I was standing right here last night and it was gone.” Cindy said.
“Maybe whoever took it decided to return it.” Jess answered sounding a little unconvinced. She walked off back to the kitchen leaving Cindy standing there mystified.
The next night Cindy looked out again and sure enough the scarecrow was missing and the next morning it was there. Maybe someone’s playing a joke on us Cindy thought. That night she resolved to stay up to see what would happen…
to be continued…
I’m having problems coming up with ideas for the usual prompts I follow. So I thought I would write another Cindy and Jess story. It should only be two parts, I think.