Kelly J Perotti
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Hidden Secrets
Cassie sat in her rental car in the dirt drive and looked at the old barn, with its peeling gray paint. It was picturesque against the cerulean blue sky dotted with clouds. She’d only found out a couple of days ago—via social media—that it was going to be torn down. A cousin had posted about it, said it was the end of an era. Their grandparents barn and home was being torn down. They’d moved into assisted living, and another cousin who ended up with the property wanted to build a new, modern-looking home. Most of the land had been sold off over the years to corporate farms, so only the idea of a farm and farmhouse was left. The cousin who was lamenting the loss of the barn was stuck deep in nostalgia. Cassie knew her cousin was living in her ideas of the past, not the past as it really was. But that was common here. People had to forget if they wanted to be able to continue to live in the facade of small town safety and happiness.
By Kelly J Perotti3 years ago in Fiction
Dream On
Annabelle picked her way through the rubble, wrinkling her nose at the stench wafting around her. Sometimes it smelled like dead fish. Other times, like rotting animals. Often, like feces. Today it seemed to be everything at once. It was the place where people dumped and burned their garbage. Once a gated, private community, it was now filled with torn down fences and broken homes with swimming pools cracked and filled with growing weeds. She’d never lived here Before, but frequented it now, After.
By Kelly J Perotti3 years ago in Fiction