The Walker Family Vacation (Episode 2) by McRory Shane

Author:McRory, Shane [McRory, Shane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombies
Published: 2018-01-29T05:00:00+00:00

9

Amanda

The stable’s office looked like it had been the home’s living room or dining room at one time, long ago. What started as a home with a barn maybe a hundred years past had become a home and business somewhere along the way, and over passing years multiple buildings added onto one another on a small plot of land that must be bursting at its borders now.

Amanda set Bethany down before opening the swinging half door and they entered the private area behind the counter. A lone desk pushed under a window teemed with paperwork; an old beige computer monitor the size of a microwave sat festooned with pink and yellow Post-it notes. The trashcan overflowed, books and binders and folders sat haphazardly on the shelves; all signs of an understaffed seasonal business in the midst of its thin money-making window.

Bethany hooked right on her, heading down the hall to the bathroom on her own with a skip to her step that brought no more speed to her gait but plenty of noisy thumps, while she sang, “This way, mommy …”

“I’m coming,” she said, pulling her attention from a cork-board pinned with notices and bills and clippings from the paper. Beth got ahead and Amanda reminded her, “Quiet, please, Bethany, keep your feet quiet.”

“Sorry,” she whispered, slowing, her stomps abating.

The hall was narrow older construction, the floors and walls a glossy dark-stained pine, a dull path leading a stripe through the center of the floor from frequent travel. The walls were decorated with family photos and ribbons and more newspaper articles, the ones here set in simple frames.

A young slender and bright faced teen sat atop a horse in one, the headline reading, MICHIMAC TEEN TAKES TOP PRIZE. Below the photo the caption read: Sheila Lavallée, 17, sitting on her pride, Mickey Kool, rode her way through the barrels to top spot at the Ogden Fall Classic Barrel Blast. Island-born Sheila tells us she will do Michimac proud next year at Calgary.

“Huh,” Amanda said, raising her eyebrows and nodding.

“Mommy, come on, I gotta go,” Bethany pleaded from the end of the hall.

“It’s the door at the end, baby,” she said, resuming her path.

There were only two doors in the long hallway, one at the very end, conveniently marked with a gold metallic sign reading washroom in rounded arial. The other door on the left had a sign reading private. Bethany stumbled her way to the door at the end and reached to take the brass knob in both hands and wrestled to open it.

“You got it, baby,” she said, halfway down the hall now.

The knob clicked and clunked, gave way, and Bethany’s weight pushed the door inward, her tumbling into the dark after it. Bethany grunted and giggled, then moaned with fright … Though she was in the dark bathroom, one hand remained gripped on the knob. “It’s dark,” she whined, her voice pinched with tension.

Amanda quickened her pace, seeing Beth’s hand on the knob, her body hidden, her daughter always frightened of the dark.

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