Best Friends Forever. Top Story - July 2022.
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The honey toned flicker on the emerald algae-stained glass, seemed somewhat inviting as the last light of dawn sank behind the trees. The once azure blue sky peeking through the fresh and luscious canopy had become a faded greyish-lilac shade and the trees had merged into one collective jet-black silhouette. The thick, warm air of the day was replaced with a cold clamminess that made the palms feel stone cold to the touch. Of course, as inviting as the warm little fairy-tale cabin seemed, not one decent soul living in Bedshire would lay their hands on its worn wooden frame, let alone enter it. The person inside was an outsider.