The sound of gunfire echoed down the quiet streets of early-morning Eerie. Sat at the Teller’s kitchen table, Simon and Marshall turned as one to stare at the toaster that sat on the kitchen counter amid a sea of crumbs. The toaster, for it’s part, continued turning two halves of an English muffin into two blackened lumps of carbon.
“Mail’s here,” said Syndi, spreading butter on a ragged square of charcoal. She rose on tiptoe to peer over the greenery that half-obscured the view from the kitchen window. “And that big dog’s come back again.”
Marshall choked on his juice.
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