Bargaining Stories

Liv’s Longing The barn door was still partially open, so I slipped inside without moving it. I paused, giving my eyes time to adjust to the darker setting. I was about to call out to see where Liv was when I heard a long groan coming from the loft. “Liv!” I breathed as I immediately raced up the stairs. Images of her lying up there in pain raced through my mind. Farm accidents can be horrible, and most of those who die fr...