Echoes of the Past by Evan Bond
English | 2020 | Fantasy | ePUB |179 KB
For Sasha, leaving her abusive husband was almost as hard as living with him. He drinks, beats, and apologizes every day. She was stuck in an endless loop of abuse and regret. Some days she thought about giving up and ending her own life. Though, she couldn’t leave her daughter with that monster.
One day, she left and took her daughter Tara to a small town in Maine called Carlisle. The locals seemed cheery, friendly, and helpful. A typical New England small town. The fresh air and change of environment would be exactly what she and her daughter would need to start a new life. That is until a murderer begins claiming lives and the town becomes suspicious of Sasha. Consumed with fear, the town takes matters into their own hands and Sasha finds herself in a struggle for her life and the life of her daughter. Welcome to Carlisle, Maine. Our Lands Whisper with the Echoes of the Past.
As the town rose into view, Sasha slipped a Xanax into her mouth and swallowed it dry. The thought of meeting everyone and explaining where she had come from, what little she could really share, did nothing for her stress levels. When she had told her psychiatrist about the move, she had prescribed extra medication, on top of the two pills she had to take daily for her depression. Psychiatrists really love their pills but they worked so Sasha didn’t complain.
“Mommy, are we there?” Tara asked, placing the tablet in the seat next to her. Sasha nodded at her through the rearview mirror. She could see pure joy in her daughter’s eyes. Not excitement for the new life she was being forced to create. Not for the joy of seeing their new home. No, her excitement was with ending her cramped existence in the backseat of the car.
Sasha pulled into the driveway and stared at her new home. It was small. Except, small wasn’t the right word. The whole building could have fit inside a studio apartment. But what it lacked in indoor space it more than made up for with the yard. The backyard stretched for several yards before disappearing into the surrounding forest. A Thomas Kinkade painting came to mind as she stared at the cottage. Despite the size, it felt perfect.
Before Sasha could protest, Tara tore off down the driveway and into the cottage. Clearly, she was excited to get out of the car, stretch her legs, and probably pee. Sasha smiled and hoped there were other little girls in the town her daughter could get to know. She would desperately need a friend.
She spent the next couple of hours unloading the trailer. There wasn’t much to unload and, lucky for her, the cottage had already been furnished. The furniture was old and rickety but it was all they needed. There wasn’t a television anywhere in sight but she felt they could live without one for a while.
As she unpacked a box in the kitchen, a knock came at the door. Sasha knew it must be the inevitable neighbor greeting and put on her best fake smile. She pulled the door open and smiled at the seemingly cheerful woman on her doorstep.
“Hello there, you must be the new lady.” Her New England accent was thick.
“That’s me. My name’s Sasha,” she said, proffering her hand. The woman shook it and gave her a polite smile.
“Gwen,” she responded. Spotting Tara on the couch, she said “Well, hello there little one. What’s your name?”
“Tara,” she said with a frown.
“What’s wrong, dear?”
Tara shrugged and motioned to her tablet. “I can’t get the internet to work.”
“We don’t have a very good signal out here. It’s best if you use a landline if you want to make phone calls or get online. It’s tough on the young ones but that’s how it is.”
Sasha smiled. “I’ll be sure to get that setup. Wouldn’t want her getting bored out here. Not that there’s much to be bored with,” she nervously back peddled on her words, afraid she had offended the woman. “It’s such a lovely town and the view is amazing.”