Bourton

The sun is setting. Questionella is now driving her car in the opposite direction. They are approaching what appears to be a town. That is, a general store and two houses. An old sign almost says, ‘Welcome to Bourton, population 12.5.’
‘Point five?’ says Questionella.
Crates shrugs.
‘I don’t remember coming through this town,’ Questionella says.
‘And it’s not on the map either.’
They park out the front of the general store and get out.
The windows of the store are covered in dust. The sign on the open door says the store is closed. Crates and Questionella go inside.


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