The Barbeque "We've been waiting for you." These were the words that greeted my enquiries about a room in the surprisingly pleasant motel on the dusty outskirts of Royston. It was late afternoon, about four o'clock, and I had recently left the Interstate after a gruelling seven hours driving through eternal cornfields. Having spent the previous night staying with my aunt, I remembered her fussing that I make regular stops as 'tiredness kills'. Thinking of …showed first 75 words of 2024 total…

…showed last 75 words of 2024 total…I replied, with no intention of ever returning there. "Gee, that's kind. Get in. I'm Bobbi, and this is Frank," the woman began, as I sank into the back seat, blood pounding. "We're on our way to a barbeque. Meant to be kinda special. Everybody's gonna be there." Bobbi said, placing her hand on Frank's arm as the locks went on. Looking out of the window, I could see Mary's smile drawing closer and closer.