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There was a faint glow at the other end of the beach. Our bonfire was now a few glowing ambers amongst ash and sand. A few of the sparks were making crackeling pops combined with the distant crashing waves.
Creepy, crawly red dots scattered along the concrete patio. Makes me not want to sit down but I have to to reach the plants.
Get a clue. Give a clue. Add up the clues. Find the clue. All the clues.
There were empty bottles and wrappers littered the streets. A truck had begun to go around and take care of the the port-a-johns that were necessary this weekend. The rides were mostly down and the air lacked the familiar scent of zeppoles we'd grown a-costumed to.
The door was tilted on it's hinges and it could not close fully. The windows wouldn't open and the siding was falling off.
The cat jumped out at me when I open the garage. It was greatly shocking in the rarely lit backyard. When I went it to retrieve the rake and reclosed the door, it occurred to me that we probably hadn't opened the garage since the previous winter to get the shovel. Also, we don't even have a cat.
The cabin was a rustic looking, made of pine. It gave off a warm, inviting look to it that said "hey, come spend your winters with me, all cozy like". It gave off an inviting smell as a crumbled to the ground as an ashy pile.
We stalked through the playground with wood-chip filled fists. Then we spotted one, lonely looking bee fly past us, unsuspecting. Our target was close.
I didn't have a plan for this one. The tide was going out and wouldn't come back before night fall. The boat was supposed to be the safe, reliable get-away, but washed-upon the beach, it would have to do as a shelter