Fortune’s Kiss – part three.
By late the next afternoon the woman and her girls had loaded three wagons with as many of the furnishings and their personal things as they could manage. What they couldn’t carry they left behind and just before sundown they slowly pulled away from the big home on the hill, down the one-way street and then left onto the dusty road leading out of town and into The Interior.
The wagons were barely out of sight when the Haters held a special meeting, declared the home on the hill to be an abandoned property, took possession in the name of the People and named the home to be the new official residence of the Mayor. All extremely legal and notarized.
The road that led to The Interior was dry, dusty and slowly being reclaimed by the surrounding forest and brush.
The road led nowhere. The Interior was a place where there was only emptiness and History.