JezebelRose

Jess stood amidst the bustling chicken coop, her slender hands gripping a worn, wooden ladle as she scattered feed across the ground. The chickens clucked and pecked at the morsels, their frenetic movements a stark contrast to Jess’s measured pace. Her eyes darted between the birds and the horizon, where the sun cast its first golden rays over the lush farmland. As much as her body carried out the familiar tasks with practiced efficiency, her mind wandered into the realm of unspoken desires.