“I like the desert.” The girl was thin enough to slide onto the seat without scraping the chair back from the table. “It’s sparse. Quiet.” Without asking if it would be okay to do so, she pulled the map towards her and counted the streets with large, brown eyes; there were more roads, not less, in the past. “It’s strange when a town shrinks. It’s a derelict now. That road’s gone.” Her clear fingernail indicated a passage into hill country, where a mine company had dug until the landscape was riddled with holes.
Returning to task, Dori found the place he had indicated, where a church stood for the better part of fifty years. It had been torn down just after she moved to Searchlight. She remembered the razing.
“It was a strange place for a church,” she said after some thought. “See how far it is from the graveyard and the center of town?”
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on 2014-01-14 04:27 am (UTC)Returning to task, Dori found the place he had indicated, where a church stood for the better part of fifty years. It had been torn down just after she moved to Searchlight. She remembered the razing.
“It was a strange place for a church,” she said after some thought. “See how far it is from the graveyard and the center of town?”