Storm on Wildflower Island Page 18

  As things quieted back down, Marshall was immersed in thought, when he heard something snap. His head swiveled and his eyes darted straight to the source of the sound. The next door neighbor’s backyard. From where he was standing, all he could see was a wooden fence. The pickets were butted up to each other. They served their purpose, as he could not see between them.

  Marshall stopped what he was doing, put the shovel he was holding down on the ground at his feet, and walked slowly toward the fence, carefully treading so as to not make a sound. He heard what he thought were footsteps leading away from the fence. Soft footsteps that indicated someone was sneaking off, hoping to avoid discovery.

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