Protectors of The Wood #1 by John KixMiller

Abby began to sense a strange shift in her awareness, a door opening into another world that she had experienced on and off since childhood. As the moon floated down toward the western horizon behind her, the stars to the east appeared unusually bright and colorful, dazzling in their swirling multitudes going on forever. She leaned back and took a deep breath of the fresh air that had blown into Middletown a few hours before, sweeping out the huge thunderheads, high winds, and drenching rain, leaving a crystal clear sky and the feeling of a new world beginning. She thought over the tumultuous events of the day, and their happy ending. The world was blissfully empty of people. A breeze blew through the leaves of the giant maple trees. Then she rewarded herself by taking an old folding chair outside and sitting under the amazing night sky.

Long after midnight she finished cleaning and organizing the kitchen and a place to sleep in the largest of the two rooms. Geraldine Bear to continue their discussion.Ībby made five trips from Reverend Tuck’s living quarters near the sanctuary to the cottage in the churchyard, taking all of Tuck’s donations as well as her duffel bag, striped red blanket, a handful of tea bags, and some leftovers from their excellent dinner. Then he turned to Middletown Police Chief Santiago and Dr. Tuck gathered sheets, blankets, and a pillow, a broom and dustpan, light bulbs, sponges, two kinds of soap, paper towels, toilet paper, some dishes, a small pot, and a frying pan.īut don’t sleep yet, he added.

That small, flimsy two-room structure had not been lived in for a decade, and needed work and supplies. Late that night – after the state police and the reporters and the television crew had all gone – Reverend Tuck told Abby she’d better make herself a decent place to sleep in the cottage.

Protectors of The Wood #1 by John KixMiller