Sunset Valley is a small coastal town famed for its sunny beaches, down home hospitality, and rich history. Or at least that’s what the brochures down at the Chamber of Commerce say. The inhabitants know that the glossy pictures of happy families swimming and tanning and playing volleyball are as fake as the smile of a father who got yet another ugly tie for Father’s Day.
The real Sunset Valley, the rotted wood beneath the gilding, is the home of many ghosts.
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It started out as a legacy prologue, but I don't know if I'm going to make it a legacy now or not.
Pic comes from the most recent update.
Sometimes the darkness and I tell stories.
Comments
Two thumbs up!
Excellent imagery in prose and pics. You really sucked me into the story and left me wanting more. Looking forward to the next chapter.
EQ
Aww, thanks. I took a couple of days off to spend time with the spousal person and refill creative reserves, but I'm going to get started on the next update today.
I really appreciate that you took the time to read and comment. It makes me all warm and fuzzy.