Wallflower Girl (Chapter 3, page 2 of 9)


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Back on the road, she entered the tree line and crossed a rickety timber bridge over a creek. Three skinny boys splashed and shouted in the water. She could hear their voices even though the windows of her car were closed. The water hole was as she had seen it in her mind a few abstract moments ago. All had become like some weird dream trying to broach reality. The road emerged from the trees and crossed more broad, open fields rolling with sunflowers standing upright. Their bright yellow heads seemed to be watching her little Honda and smiling their interest and warm welcome.

Farm machinery businesses and workshops began cluttering both sides of the road. According to the GPS it was only another ten minutes to the Stop & Rest Motel. She passed a truck-stop with a couple of semitrailers parked. The cafe was an old timber building with a full glass front. On the roof was mounted a model semitrailer, aged and faded in the sun.

Oh my God. What is this place? There was an intensely nostalgic sensation effervescing through Anne's veins and absolutely warming her soul. As she pulled into the parking lot and stopped her car in a corner, far from the semis, she suddenly felt for all the world as though she'd just come home.

She pushed open the wooden screen door, sending a bell mounted on the doorframe into a frenzy. Even the sound of that particular bell had a familiar pitch as it resounded around the small, gravy and beef smelling room.

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