She had to distract herself – or else the pain would be unbearable. She was tied to a large wooden pole that ran up her back and stopped two feet above her head.
Any other time, the dawn’s first light on the tops of the cornstalks would look beautiful to her. She watched as the first light of day danced along the stalks, creating a muted gold color, and she tried with all she had to find the beauty in it.