Beginning of story...Boney... Beta readers, please.
Low fog covered the field and like a misty snake slithered down the dirt road. Above, the moon shone and made a smoky trail along the river next to an old dilapidated house. In front of the house, a gate sways and creaks. Next door, a demolition truck waits. An owl hoots. In the house wood creaks, but no light escapes from the board-covered windows. A mother hurries. She pushes a young boy towards the attic stairs, and motions for him to go down. Crickety crack, crickety crack. He makes his way down the stairs. She follows carrying a suitcase in one hand, and in the other a large paper bag. Lights flash from the road. A truck! She wonders if she has waited too long. They hurry out the back door. “Hey!” A man calls from the moving truck. The truck comes to a screeching stop. Men rush out. The mother and son reach the woods. A large search light slices the night around them. She hurries, holding his hand, not sure where she is going. His little legs have a hard time keeping up. Clickety clack, clickety clack. They reach the highway and cars flash by.
Low fog covered the field and like a misty snake slithered down the dirt road. Above, the moon shone and made a smoky trail along the river next to an old dilapidated house.
In front of the house, a gate sways and creaks. Next door, a demolition truck waits.
An owl hoots.
In the house wood creaks, but no light escapes from the board-covered windows.
A mother hurries. She pushes a young boy towards the attic stairs, and motions for him to go down.
Crickety crack, crickety crack.
He makes his way down the stairs. She follows carrying a suitcase in one hand, and in the other a large paper bag.
Lights flash from the road.
A truck! She wonders if she has waited too long.
They hurry out the back door.
“Hey!” A man calls from the moving truck.
The truck comes to a screeching stop. Men rush out.
The mother and son reach the woods.
A large search light slices the night around them. She hurries, holding his hand, not sure where she is going. His little legs have a hard time keeping up.
Clickety clack, clickety clack.
They reach the highway and cars flash by.