Whispers From the Dark
“The last day of rain had been April fourth. He remembered the exact date because it had been his thirteenth birthday. The heat was like thick syrup that clung to everything. Even now, hidden from the sun as he and his brother rode their bikes through the shade of the tall pines on Cedar Plank Road, sweat poured in streams from his forehead."Where are we goin‘?" Jeff asked.Tim shrugged. "I dunno."Their parents were fighting again. It was a weekly ritual; the adults would get into an argument that would escalate into a screaming match, then Tim would be chartered to take his younger brother and go entertain themselves for a few hours.They rode in silence for a few minutes, each swimming in their own thoughts.Finally Jeff offered a suggestion. "We could go to the creek.""Creek's almost dried up ‘cause of the drought, Jeff. It was barely deep enough to swim in anyways. Now it ain't more'n knee deep."Jeff pursed his lips together in disappointment. "It'd be fun just to sit in it, I reckon...."Tim pressed the brakes on his bike quickly, the bike tire sliding through the gravel and sending up a little trail of dust that hung in the muggy air like a grimy curtain.MoreLess
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