Jun 28
Unexpected Greeting-20
Of the unnatural kind
The ride back to the house gave me ample time to consider how life in my new town was not as expected.
I ran away from one tragedy only to see the earmarks of another in blossom. What I originally considered a possible ghost adventure was spanning the gamut of strange, with me as the primary passenger.
Weeks had passed and I was no clearer on what Marcela was, and how she interlaced with the townspeople. How could she possibly believe I would rescue her, and what is it I must save her from?
My compass was failing me, adding to the overall fear none of this was real, that there was a distinct possibility I was still physically elsewhere sitting within a padded room.
I was famished and in need of something more than coffee. Even the disturbed require nourishment.
