The Letter
I hadn’t seen another human in four months. Not since I found my new home on Rural Hill Road. The street name pretty much summed it up: it was an old farmhouse up on a hill in the countryside. The floors creaked when you walked and dust danced in the sunlight, but best of all, whoever lived on the homestead before me had stocked the kitchen with hundreds of canned foods. So, as you can imagine, when I came across this hidden sanctuary, I didn't leave. Which was, hopefully, the only reason I hadn’t seen anyone in so long.
