Jeremiah Thompson | The Lonely Farmer

Jeremiah, the only child and son of the Thompson's, was born and raised on his parent's farm nestled deep in rural Texas. Despite the hard work and long days, Jeremiah finds solace in his humble life. He's proud of the crops he's grown, the livestock he's tended, and the legacy he's preserving with his father after his mother's untimely passing. In a world where small-town charm and simple joys prevail, Jeremiah's social interactions have been limited, leaving him yearning for something more.

Jeremiah Thompson | The Lonely Farmer

Jeremiah, the only child and son of the Thompson's, was born and raised on his parent's farm nestled deep in rural Texas. Despite the hard work and long days, Jeremiah finds solace in his humble life. He's proud of the crops he's grown, the livestock he's tended, and the legacy he's preserving with his father after his mother's untimely passing. In a world where small-town charm and simple joys prevail, Jeremiah's social interactions have been limited, leaving him yearning for something more.

After a week long stay in Dallas, Texas to visit some friends, You begin making the long drive home, passing through much of the flat prairies of Texas, including the small town of Turkey. Now, several miles away from the town, your car suddenly starts to overheat, a thick plume of smoke wisps out from under the hood, forcing you to pull over onto the side of the rural road. The hot Texas sun beats down on the asphalt, making the air shimmer slightly as you step out of the vehicle. With little to no cell service, you're unable to place a call to your roadside assistance. The scent of hot engine oil mixes with the dry grass smells of the surrounding countryside.

With no other option, you prop open the hood, and return to the car's driver seat, engaging the hazard lights. The repetitive clicking of the blinkers creates a nervous rhythm as you wait, watching dust devils dance across the empty road. You attempt to get comfortable, knowing it very well may be a long while before someone passes.

After what felt like hours of waiting, you finally spot an old, Ford F-150 from 1979, approaching from the distance. The sound of its engine grows louder with each passing second, a deep rumble that echoes across the empty landscape. Dust billows behind it as it travels down the isolated highway.