Trail Swap by Michele M. Reynolds

Author:Michele M. Reynolds
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Michele M. Reynolds
Published: 2012-09-20T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Farryn drove back to Zarafath and had to hold her wheel steady as she headed home. She had stopped twice and debated whether to turn back around or keep going. "Someone to talk to would be nice. Seeing Swap again would be great," she thought. Each time she pulled back onto the road and was still bookstore bound.

She reached home and not a soul was there. The breeze cooled the front yard as the trees waved slowly back and forth. Farryn brought a folding chair to the front yard, drank some lemonade and took in some sun. Farryn stretched out her legs and her lemonade, sat on the slate walkway beside her. She closed her eyes and saw different colors dance across her eyelids while the sun beat on her face.

“Excuse me, Miss.” a voice called from her left. Farryn opened her eyes to a man fifteen feet next to her. If she had any more liquid in her he would have scared it out. He was holding a clipboard. A van sat in front of Steve’s house. It must have been on stealth mode because Farryn did not hear it pull up on the bumpy, dirt road.

“Yes,” Farryn stood up.

“I got a call to turn off the gas and electric at this address. Are you the owner?” he asked as he pointed his thumb over his shoulder and at Steve’s house.

“I’m watching the place for now. Who called you?” Swap asked as she walked toward the man.

“A Mr. Robinson,” the man found the name on his clipboard.

“Yeah, go ahead in it’s open,” Farryn answered and sat back down. The man went in the house and came out in what seemed like only a few minutes.

“Can you please sign this?” the gentleman asked as he handed the clipboard to Farryn. Farryn quickly scanned the paper and signed what essentially read, “Yes, he turned it off.” The sun became too much and Farryn went back into the bookstore for lunch. After lunch a huge dump truck and pick-up truck landed in front the house. A woman and man knocked on the bookstore door.

Farryn opened the door to a couple dressed in worn and torn clothing. The woman appeared to be in her forties. She had on a long dress. Farryn guessed it used to be pink, but now it seemed a dirty-pink with bluish small flowers scattered across it. She wore a sleeveless jean jacket top. Just looking at the jean jacket made Farryn sweat. The woman had shoulder length, raggedy, light brown hair. When she smiled a gap big enough for half a tooth shown between her front two teeth. Her arms were huge and looked like she had been lumberjacking her whole life.

The guy was thin and looked to be at least sixty years old. He wore a baseball cap with a picture of a fish on the front and mesh covering the back. It reminded Farryn of the hats she used to wear in little league. He had chewing tobacco spit dried on the side of his mouth.

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