Mya Alabama

Mya AlabamaAnything’s
possible. I drove into
Spoon River
with five dollars to my name,
and my car
broke down near McNeely Hill.
As I trudged
past the expensive estates,
with hunger, I stumbled in
front of the
Winter mansion. It seemed to
glow and pulse
with electricity. It
called to me.
But I was barred by a gate,
and no one
answered the bell. Later, when
I got to
the town, a handsome young man
struck up a
conversation with me. It
was Henry
Winter, son of old Thomas
Winter who
owned the house. This chance meeting
set off a
chain of events, and many
years later,
all of the Winters were gone,
and that huge
mansion belonged only to
me. I think
the house knew,
well before
any of its occupants.

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