Free as the wind.
Freedom reigns clear and true.
Fly like the wind.
For the red, white, and blue.
Her next stop was the antique shop. David was busy helping a customer, but Mike came right over, eager to help her, squeezing past the antique furniture that filled up every inch of available space. It was a huge store, but they still managed to fill it with so much furniture and artwork that it made it difficult to maneuver through the aisles.
“Hi!” said Linda. “Sorry to have missed both of you at church on Sunday. I’d been loaded down with tourists. Are you and David coming to the party on Friday night?”
“Of course we are! I wouldn’t miss it for anything.” Mike replied. “Finally, something exciting is about to happen in this boring town.”
“How do you know that this will be a good happening, and not one harmful to someone’s health?”
“Don’t worry; everything will be just fine; even David is
looking forward to it. A bunch of us are going; we’ll watch out for each other.”
She knew that David was not looking forward to the party, so why did Mike claim that he was? Out loud she said, “Did you know that Shirley and Hank are in their seventies? And they aren’t invited to the party.”
“Who really cares how old they are? You worry too much about silly things. We’ll go to the party and have fun. No one will end up falling off the cliff into the ocean.”
Annoyed with his weird sense of humor, she said goodbye and left the store. Mike could be a jerk sometimes—and he wasn’t funny, either.
As Linda crossed the street she reflected on how pretty
the town was with its quaint multi-colored buildings; its picturesque park with flower-trimmed gazebo; and the pretty church with its tall bell tower and sparkling white color. She wondered again at the disparity in town from day to night. The town appeared beautiful during the day, but sinister and full of shadows after the sun set for the evening.