Chapter is coming soon – promise, but here’s a bit of a tease to help pass the time!
I pressed on, rough hands one then the other taming wind whipped hair. The truck barrelled over each mile, faster than the last. Large gatherings of sunflowers and queen annes lace hung loose from the fence, guiding… a welcome to the ranch festivities. Quickly smoothing down my dress shirt, soaked and stained, I breathed deep to steady. Late, covered in swine blood would be my only hope, the saving grace of forgiveness for the fate that waited in the field by the barn.
I took in the vine tangeld wreath peppered in white lights hanging above the red barn door on the final turn and bend. Throwing gears to park, I stumbled from the truck, boots thick with mud and guts. Rushing, running past my tired legs barely willing as enormous cream drapes tied back in the entry thrashed, clapped in a stern breeze. I spun to see, panicked and trembling. Empty white chairs were tipped, bare and stacked beneath the tent.
“Edward…” She stood, plams out, eyes wide. The darkest ringlets scattered down her neck, framing her face, caught in lightly glossed lips. “Pastor Black is gone. He left. Gone. Everyone’s… gone.” Her voice softened, fading as I stalked slow, whispering the worst apology.