Chapter Ten
The full moon hung golden and low in the sky as Jason pulled under the whimsical arch naming Moonbeam Acres. The sky held on to the last of the day’s blue, and the first fireflies winked to life as he parked next to a vintage lime green VW van. Jason made a noise of amusement deep in his throat. Of course Millie drove a hippie-mobile.
Across the barnyard stood two geodesic domes. It wasn’t so dark that the birds had quieted, and the barnyard was filled with the clucks of various fowl and the bleats from a pen of goats. In the distance, rows of vines cascaded down a short hill. On the hill beyond, another single dome home stood, lights winking like a beacon. Judging from the moonrise, the vines faced southeast, which given what he’d learned about the climate in the Flint Hills
