The guy who sold me this said it would change my life.
I doubted it; ownership of a run-down camper can hardly be classed as cathartic, but a set of wheels for 100 bucks was pretty tempting.
He also said he knew of an old barn where I could park it for free while I did it up.
What he didn’t tell me was that he’d killed a girl and stowed her in the barn. Her DNA was all over my camper, and soon my DNA was all over this barn.
The guy disappeared.
Yep. That was a life-changer for sure.
An oldie, from nearly 10 years ago, as I’m on the hoof today. Thanks to Rochelle for managing to fit in leadership of Friday Fictioneers with everything else she has going on in her busy life.