Dry Rot

By Tracey Squaire

Before the sun shows itself in the sky, James is awake and ready. He was never supposed to go back, not after what happened. Despite the risk, the fear of danger isn't enough to make him forget--the last thing he wants is to forget. He's ready to go back, and he's prepared to finish what they started.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tracey Squaire
• Release date: Jul 22, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370900381

Tracey Squaire

Tracey Squaire is a writer and editor with experience working on multiple literary magazines, serving as a co-editor and critic for incoming works. Tracey has also been published in multiple literary magazines such as The Kilgore Review and The Emerald Coast Review. When she’s not writing her own stories or editing the work of other’s, she is likely cooking, reading, or running a Dungeons and Dragons campaign.

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Dry Rot

By Tracey Squaire

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Copyright 2017 Tracey Squaire

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The faint light peeking from the edge of the dawning sky was the only light James had to see by as he packed his duffel bag in his dark room. He didn’t make a noise as he gathered supplies: a bit of rope, a bag of chips, a pocket knife he had taken from his grandpa’s garage, a bottle of water, a pair of gloves, and some other things. He was worried that he was forgetting something important. He wouldn’t be able to come back home for it if he was, but he needed to get going before the morning got too late.

Once he was done packing everything he could think to bring with him, he was ready. He could hear his grandma already awake and moving around in the kitchen, and he could smell the pungent scent of his grandpa’s dark coffee brewing, the smell wafting through the air. He knew they wouldn’t be able hear him moving around from the kitchen, so he wasn’t worried about being caught escaping. He swung his bag onto his back, opened his window, and began to climb down the house, using the uneven bricks of the old wall as hand holds and being extra careful in the weak light. This wasn’t James’ first time sneaking out, and he was careful to quietly climb down and away from the kitchen window that looked out