This story was formerly published on the Abrazine website (http://www.abrazine.com/).

***

It was late on a warm summer afternoon, the sun setting off into the distance.  The old farmhouse was just as beautiful as Emma remembered it: painted a warm off-white color with Victorian-esque trimming, surrounded by bushes filled with pink roses.  Looking at that house was almost like stepping into a postcard.  Emma parked her car in the dirt driveway and began walking up towards the idyllic home; she took her time, allowing her eyes to fully absorb the sight in front of her. 

It had been about five years since she set foot in this house.  It belonged to her grandmother, better known as Mee Maw Betty.  Betty was a strong old Southern woman; she could be...

Please subscribe to keep reading.