The day was hot and humid with
flies playing zig zag across the back of an old wooden swing. The white dusty
house sat across from an old black mailbox with plastic sticks holding it in
place.
“So…what am I doing here? Why did
we have to move to this crap town?”
Ronda rolled her eyes and looked
at her watch. “Brad, if you don’t stop talking to yourself, people are going to
start calling you crazy. Trust me, small towns are known for nosey people.”
“If you knew that, why did you
move us out to this small miserable town?”
“Give it a chance. You might like
it,” moaned Ronda as she struggled with her key unlocking the door.
“You’ve been working on that lock
for twenty minutes, mom. It’s a sign. We should leave now,” laughed Brad as he
grabbed the key from Ronda’s hand.
Within minutes the key slid into
the lock and the door opened. Ronda looked at the key and frowned. The inside
of the house was old with small piles of dirt circling the doorway. On the
other side of the door was a small hole underneath a bay window with a nest
embedded halfway in the floor.
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