Tennessee Walker

Dusty rafters lined with Tennessee walker whiskey bottles, a single light bulb faintly illuminates the cold room and all but one side of his face. He finally pulls her out of the shed after have leaving her there for weeks. The shed was where she had spent the majority of her life. Every year is the same thing, nothing all winter, then spring. Dragging her through the path to an open field he then puts her into the back of a truck. The long monotonous ride finally changes when the truck starts going through a bumpy path and at last the moving stops. He takes her out and drags her to the middle of nowhere with large hill in front of her. He says
"you better do your job today"
and walks back to the truck. 5 painfully long minutes pass before he returns with thick-soled boot. He sets her upright he begins kicking, kicking, and kicking her until the pain overwhelms him and he stops. He catches his breath and then yells
"You worthless piece of shit."
He finally stops himself and calms down and suddenly the world catches up to him. He hears the leaves blowing in the woods with the soft wind and suddenly the world grows silent. At this moment he realizes the kicking is useless and walks back to the truck, returning moments later with a large clear container. She sits there motionless and she hopes he will have sympathy for her. He leans her over and pours a burning liquid down her throat. The sound of the cold liquid creeping down lower and lower startles him.
âThis is so confusingâ He says, he kicks again this time however the well-tuned dirt bike finally starts