The long way home…
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Here’s another eight from my spec fic The Unforgiven Two, set a century in the future in the small city of Forsythia, Oregon. Last week Psyche divulged some important information about her family. After school she slipped away from her friends to run home on her own.
Psyche ran the first few blocks, slowing to a walk after she’d passed out of sight of the school. She cut through the new development that replaced the abandoned Walmart, and toward her own neighborhood. She always took the long way home, even when she wasn’t dropping by Heather’s first. The other way only reminded her of what lay past her home, past the deceptively empty fields and innocent-seeming homes and barns.
As she turned onto her street Psyche’s feet slowed and she watched the same green van pass her for the second time. It was going the speed limit, but twenty-five was slow enough for her to see the tinted windows and a fancy antenna—made to look like some kind of redneck van accessory—sitting on top. She broke into a run and ducked down the next street. By the time she’d doubled back and made it home she was sweaty and out of breath.
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