Maple starred out her window. The hail fell fast and hard. She watched as the ground turned to slush. Usually, she loved this time of year.
- She wouldn’t get to visit her family for the holidays this year, it was just her and Turtle. In a small town, filled with slush and murder speculations.Something about this year had taken a toll on her. Perhaps it was her job or the bleak whether, but the end of year seemed to only bring Maple a deep pit in her stomach.Her computer laid open on her teal coach. There were about 20 tabs open, all local news reports on the murder. The only light in her apartment came from the street lights outside. The longer she stared out the window, the more she realized how small pointe place was. She could see the whole entire thing out of her window.Perhaps the fact that she couldn’t leave this year made the town even smaller than she thought it was before. She missed her family dearly.Turtle climbed up on the couch next to her.“Are you okay, Maple.”She didn’t take her eyes off the window. “Ya.”“You don’t seem like it, is this about the unsolved case of Mr. Evans.”“Ya, that’s probably it.” She took her head off the window and pulled her computer onto her lab, resuming her article exploration.The world felt low, almost like the hail was freezing the entire town in one spot.Just then the tornado siren sounded, Turtle shook violently, just as he always did.Maple pet him softly, resuming her long stare out the window. She was waiting for something. Maybe for her family to magically pull up in their red station wagon. Maybe for a random piece of evidence to fly up and hit her window.That’s when she saw it...
