𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐍𝐨 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐧
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞..
An Idyllic Campsite, situated on a picturesque lake, and surrounded by woodland.
𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬:
All meet for the first time, each one of them with something to hide.
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒂 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆…
𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘
Carl had watched his son wander off, with a lack of purpose in each stride. He knew where he was going too. And why not? He would’ve done the same if he’d been twenty years younger.
Tall Trees Campsite held the promise of single ladies. Around each holiday season, there was an influx funnelling to the little town, escaping their lives and ready to let their hair down. They were looking to drink, have fun, and maybe a fling. You just had to be there with a warm smile, and outstretched arms.
If he was completely honest, Carl was a little jealous of his son. That rush of excitement. Spinning the lies they wanted to hear. Being their fantasy. A short-term act that brought much reward. Then a week later they were nothing more than a memory. A fun memory, but a memory nevertheless. And he was young. Carl was left to scoop up the divorced and broken women entering the next stage of their lives, desperate and dragging baggage. There was less chance of shaking them when the holiday was over. But to go for the teenagers made him look weird and pervy. Maybe he was, but who really cared?
If Marshall had inherited half of Carl’s hormones then his expectations of his son would be on point. Who knew, he might even be looking at men. Not that it mattered. It would be the same routine. Ultimately, he wanted his boy to be happy, whatever flavour he chose.
What did matter was that Marshall was back. That meant Carl had to be even more careful. Sneaking around Matilda wasn’t too hard. She was self-medicated most of the time. Zoned out in a book, or painting in her basement studio. Either way she was lost in a made-up world. That gave him all the time he needed.
The family devastation had been both a curse and a godsend.
He looked at his phone, logged on and checked out his profile for messages. He smiled at comments, responded with vague platitudes.
A last glance out the window showed his son disappear towards the path that led to Tall Trees camp. Good lad, he thought.
Although, what else was there to do around there?
He turned back to his phone ready to answer the new message. This was what kept him alive.
And nobody else had a clue. Maybe that was what made it so much fun.
Thank you, Jim Ody and Zooloo’s Book Tours
About the author
Jim writes dark psychological/thrillers, Horror and YA books that have endings you won’t see coming, and favours stories packed with wit. He has written over a dozen novels and many more short-stories spanning many genres.
Jim has a very strange sense of humour and is often considered a little odd. When not writing he will be found playing the drums, watching football and eating chocolate. He lives with his long-suffering wife, three beautiful children and two indignant cats in Swindon, Wiltshire UK.