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There’s a fly in the honey

The contamination must be rid

Please allow hiets away

“Run Run,” I whisper against the glass of theMy breath fogs my vision, but I can still see “It’s not too late You still have time Run”

He can’t hear me They never hear me

I consider pounding lass to capture his attention but know that will only make it worse If he sees me… he’ll continue to come forward in curiosity He won’t run away

He needs to run away He just doesn’t know it yet

There’s a fly in the honey and Hell will be paid

He’s not the first He won’t be the last

Please, please, please allow this ets away

My heart stops as he points his camera in my direction What if he sees me? What if I’m in his picture? Will I be to blame for what comes next? I knohat’s in store It’s always the same

Although there is so different in this er and harder to use He has to spin the front of it back and forth as he takes the pictures He’s dressed differently than the ones before hi boots, khaki pants with lots of pockets, a cream cotton shirt that buttons with sleeves rolled to his upper arms above the elbows His attire makes him appear more worldly than the others Like he’s on an adventure rather than just a sightseeing day trip

Yes, he’s different

But he’s still the fly in the honey and will have to face the consequences There’s nothing I can do I know this

He should have stayed on the beaten path He should have heeded the warnings of the no trespassing signs There is plenty to see down the hill The old, abandoned buildings in the ood as the ones up here The ghost town and main attraction are down the hill

Not here

There’s an old church, a mercantile, pharmacy, a livery, and even a s and preserved Inside is the left behind furniture of the 1800s residents who built thistown before they all vacated in a hurry for some unknown reason History frozen in tihosts mesmerize people from around the world

Why had the townsfolk left in such a hurry?