“So how did you love-birds meet?” Lucy sipped her wine.  Advertisements

After looking at more than thirty houses in the last three months, Ed and Kendra had just about enough.

Well, this day just gets better and better, I thought sarcastically as I raced across the field where three cups perched on its wooden stands. What do I do now? Play spin the cup like a circus clown? 

“Where did you go?” His girlfriend asked, arms folded, eyes narrowed, interrogation-style.

I have visited this property once every years ever since my Uncle Billy died. Now, an empty and broken structure sitting at the corner of Main Street and First Avenue, this was once the neighborhood gathering spot and my home.

One week earlier… “Weston? What are you doing here? It’s 3 AM.” I rubbed my eyes.

“Welcome to my ranch!” She said excitingly as she showed him around. “Here you can see my newly renovated stable and this is,” she pulled out a perfectly groom white horse, “Gypsy.” “Wow,” he said, “impressive,” he glanced around the stable, “and you did all this?” “Of course,” she climbed onto Gypsy and patted behind…