eisley

You know those dirt roads I told you about? Well, the only person with whom I’ve driven them is my dad. It’s kind of his territory, out there with nothing to see for miles but farmland. I guess you could say he introduced me to those roads.

And he introduced me to Eisley. Eisley Cemetary. Eisley’s located a good two miles from any paved roads, and it probably doesn’t have any more than, say, fifty gravestones.

“That’s Eisley Cemetary,” Dad once told me as we were driving by.

I imagine I looked at him with interest.

“There used to be a huge city here, big as New York.”

“What happened to it?”

“It died out. All that’s left is that cemetary.”

I smiled.

My dad knows everything.

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