Woodshed in the Woods
Casey Birches gunned the old motorcycle and raced down the hill by Jack’s house, kicking up dust all along the way. Her summer joyride through Jack’s woods was one of her favorite pastimes. She had packed a bottle of Kentucky Bourbon in her pack, a little drink by the lake was exactly what she needed to make the day perfect.
Jack Adams heard the bike screeching, the familiar “varoom” was an assault to his ears. After all, he’d moved to his log cabin in the woods to get away from such sounds, and his ten acres should have been more than enough land to ensure his peace and quiet.
But when he heard the noisy machine, he knew exactly who it was that was once again disturbing his tranquil home.
Casey Birches had been a persistent annoyance; she’d been gunning that o
