Escaping Miners Hill

Miner's Hill

The only residents remaining in the small town of Miners Hill are spirits.  Most folks think it’s been that way for decades, but it’s only really been true for about two years.  

It’s been two years since I found her eatin’ stale bread out the dumpster and dragged her in the bakery and ordered her to wash up.  She refused to say anything that first day as she stuffed blueberry muffins and croissants down her mouth, washin’ it down with some OJ.  Over the course of that first year, I learned bits and pieces as she helped me knead dough and sweep the floors.

She had a Ma and a Pa and a baby brother. How they came to live in Miners Hill she could not remember, they had always been there.  A supply truck came in once a month with an order her Ma would place over the phone.  She and her brother would play in an old playground, complete with rusting swing set and creaky see saws and merry go round.  Her Pa, well, she didn’t much talk about him that first year.  But by the time she told me the whole story, I think them spirits in Miners Hill wanted her Pa for their own devices.

9 thoughts on “Escaping Miners Hill

  1. A well told tale! Thank you for contributing to the MFtS challenge! I am adding a link to your post by clicking on the blue guy on the Mondays post. I hope that you come back to write again. Be well… ^..^

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