The Finisher Barn

We were seven men in dusted T-shirts standing in a flat horizon of layered dead turkeys. When we stepped, their organs crushed under our boots and spread soft and thick. At one time, there had been eight of us in total, all almost-collegegraduates. Stan, in the years before we all grew up, before we dropped out of the agriculture program right when we learned how to castrate turkeys, and before he died, led us to all agree on one thing—nobody needs a degree to house birds.

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After growing up on a blueberry farm in Virginia, Jessi Lewis has devoted herself to storytelling. She has an MA from James Madison 129 University and an MFA in fiction from West Virginia University. Her work has been published in Flyway and Ghost Town, and is forthcoming in Rock & Sling.

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