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Abigail Prescott’s fingers ran across the lighter in her hands in a repetitive motion. Open. Closed. Open. Closed. It was a pattern that she had been doing for a good fifteen minutes.

The sound of Lydia Loveless played from the radio, from the only station that got a clear reception. Radio Everbrook. College Radio. It was muffled, mostly because Abbie had yet to dial up the volume. In many ways she was in a trance as she sat in her car overlooking the bridge crossing the river that separated the town from most of society. Most of Maine. The only way out, unless you took the ferry out to the mainland. Not that it mattered, or at least, mattered for Abbie.

While her friends had gotten to go to a festival out-of-state with no problems, Abbie had not been so lucky. For the last few days she tried to leave, to follow suit before getting her ticket refunded. A way to leave Everbrook, even if it was for some kind of silly thing. Basketball Camp had been canceled, which was a bummer but given the pandemic had ended professional basketball for the entire season she couldn’t help but not blame them for being cautious. However, things just felt weird. She wanted to head out to Lewiston or Portland, see if she could do something. For the last six days circumstances had forced her to stay in Everbrook. Weird circumstances. The ferry had been down or the bridge had a malfunction or a tree fell onto the road right where the town limits ended across the way. There was always something. 

Abbie didn’t believe in weird shit. The kind of weird shit that kids liked to talk about.

There was no such thing as bigfoot or ghosts. Everbrook was a small town built on boring New England bullshit. There was nothing intrinsically strange about it. People just wanted it to be. That’s how bored people were; or at least that’s how she felt ten days ago. She wasn’t so sure anymore.

However, before she could mull over her anxieties longer, Abbie snapped back to reality as the afternoon train swept by on the tracks to her left. 

[color=9C7654]“Eh… fuck.”[/color] She groaned as she tossed the lighter behind her, as she took a long drawn out breath. [color=9C7654]“Stupid train.”[/color]

Her eyes looked to the passenger seat, a pile of books, mostly a mix of project books and basketball tell-all’s. They were all nearing to be overdue, so she supposed this was time enough to do it. Not like she could get distracted with her friends with them having the time of their lives in Massachusetts or whatever. Her hand moved to the steering wheel as the voice of some Everbrook hipster mumbled the usual pretentious gibberish on the radio. When the next song came up she’d turn the radio up, but she’d be at the library by then.

Probably.


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