Shadow On The Eyes

More To Think

Abby had bought me lunch from a gas station down the road after four truckloads and a half-empty storage container later. I even scored a tv tray stand like my parents used to have, which she said was another freebie for helping.

We sat on the tailgate of our trucks, taking a break, and she decided to start asking questions.

“So why Sunny Field, Sam?”

First name basis it is, I guess.

“Hmm, no particular reason, Abby. It was the first place the reality company called me about,” I responded, biting into the soggy pizza with mystery toppings.

“Oh, so you could have ended up somewhere else, then? Well, Sunny Field isn’t too bad. It’s just another small town with older people. There’s not much history to it unless you can count the Witmaker’s story. But that kind of history isn’t really talked about. It’s like a dark stain on the town. Folks just ignore it.”

I looked at her, and it dawned on me, “Isn’t that whose property I just brought?”

She nodded a little hesitantly before