“Trees. Corn fields. Trees and Corn fields is all the town has to offer at the moment. The house was wedged in between two old oak trees. Both stood as if they had been hit with bricks. Bark surrounding them, each around the base of the trees. A blanket of fog lined the road, enough to see the outline of the large home. The home that would I would be stay in the summer. The only task at hand was to figure the background of the home.”
Alittle sneak peek on my latest book that I’m writing.