Just some micro fiction

I lost my soul in that field of gold

The fields were golden that day; almost painful to look at because of how bright they were.

The beauty of the field closest to the road was marred by the orange machine idling away in the summer sun, and by the red and blue flashing lights. Yellow caution tape boldly struck with the words CRIME SCENE set a perimeter slightly smaller than a baseball diamond around a very large hole in the golden field of wheat. Lining the bottom of the hole like the spikes in some sick bear trap were body parts...

"I just knew this was going to happen someday," the rough edge to his voice at odds with his slick exterior, "you are going to end up stripped and left in a field to rot if you tell your tall tales to the wrong CAT. What a fricking waste!" Towards the end his words were barely decipherable...

Lighting McQueen looked down on what was left of his best friend...Mater, you know, like tamater, without the ta...jutting out of the hole.

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R.I.P 

Mater

Chris McQueeney    9/22/12