Grace Buszko-Clark

An Evening Walk

The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Sadie noticed the small flicker of light from her own room. There were only two cabins out here in this neck of the woods. Her father’s that sat at one end of the lake, and on the opposite side, the old and decrepit one she looked at now. She’d asked him once who owned it, but he didn’t know. He said it had been deserted long before they bought theirs. Sadie wasn’t even born.