You hide in the wheat field.

You crouch low and push into the field.

Every rustle sounds like footsteps.

Every breath feels too loud like it might give you away.

hh-hhh..

The truck idles for a moment…

...Then growls back into the dark.

rustle

You wait until you’re sure you’re alone again.  

You try to retrace your steps but the path is gone.

You try to retrace your steps
but the path is gone.

The rows are all the same now.

rustle

You turn in a slow circle. Nothing but wheat.

You pick a direction, and walk for a minute.

You turn in a slow circle.
Nothing but wheat.

You pick a direction,
and walk for a minute.

You made choices.

What do they say about you?