“T’was an ‘venture coming ‘her when we was kids.” Bill parked his diesel pick-up at the road side.
Sweltering, moist heat engulfed them when they stepped out of the air conditioning. Bill’s crooked finger pointed at something over the rooftops. “Ya can jus make out the tree over ‘ther. Was jus open fields back then.”
“Is that where it happened?” Shayden asked as he took off his mirrored aviator sunglasses and squinted.
Bill said, “Some thirty years ago, now.”
Shayden pulled his phone out of his pocket, zoomed in on the tree and started snapping. “Do you still live around here?”
“Yep, ‘bout four miles away.”
“Have you heard of any unusual things happing in the area?”
“Ya might could say that,” Bill snorted. “It’s not some’thin people in these parts like to talk about much.”
“Would you show me what it was that you wrote in about?”
Bill scanned the road for traffic, then with his mouth pressed in a harsh line, he began unbuttoning his work shirt. He pulled the fabric back to reveal the lumpy spot in his side.
Shayden’s eyes opened wide, he swallowed audibly. He looked to Bill and held up his phone; Bill nodded.
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Theme: Empty fields & nostalgia