HoldMyAchingHeart

CHAPTER TWO The entire group had gathered back together, and had started up a fire in a rotted out barrel. They sat in an awkward, bunchy semicircle around the low flame and tried to keep warm from the biting chill that crept in through every tiny crack in the crappy, rundown factory. Thankfully, they had found some more lawn chairs on this, their second day in the little town. Now nearly everyone had a seat. The odd man out happened to be Rodney; he leaned against a long-inactive piece of machinery. Hale had situated himself very close to the fire with a set of grilling tongs, using them to hold a can of soup over the barrel. The paper burne

That ratty, beat-up ole Chevy rolled on down the dusty road as the sun was just starting to meet the horizon. The dash read seven-thirty two, and the vehicle’s occupants had just gotten off work. As they pulled to a stop, the six packs of Budweiser slid into the toolbox, and the engine stalled. The two doors opened and two pairs of dusty, worn boots hit the ground. “El, you just make sure no one sees us; I’ll open up the gates.” “Keith, r’you sure Mr. Potts ain’t gonna mind us sitting out here?” Keith just unlatched the gate marked “NO TRESPASSING,” and turned to grin at Ellis. &

CHAPTER TWO The entire group had gathered back together, and had started up a fire in a rotted out barrel. They sat in an awkward, bunchy semicircle around the low flame and tried to keep warm from the biting chill that crept in through every tiny crack in the crappy, rundown factory. Thankfully, they had found some more lawn chairs on this, their second day in the little town. Now nearly everyone had a seat. The odd man out happened to be Rodney; he leaned against a long-inactive piece of machinery. Hale had situated himself very close to the fire with a set of grilling tongs, using them to hold a can of soup over the barrel. The paper burne