Tales Of Pete: The Weird Road Trip (Part 13)

​

I think I’m finally getting the hang of parkouring. I’m happy to say I’ve only fallen on my ass and face four times each in the past twenty-four hours. Carl says I got a ways to go, though. Still, that’s something to be proud of I suppose. Nick’s been making similar progress so kudos to him. With the pleasantries out of the way, I’m going to pick up where I left off last week.

​

​

We looked at the windows, several of which only had one shutter or none at all. The movement of curtains being parted drew our attention to the very top one. From the window, the woman stared down at us. From what the cashier told Carl, I was expecting her to be old. However, I wasn’t expecting her to be this old.

​

​

It’s not much of an exaggeration to say she seemed almost mummified. She had to be in her late eighties, early nineties maybe. Hell, I wouldn't've been surprised if I learned that she was over a hundred years old. Carl waved to her and she nodded back. Then left her window to come downstairs and unlock the front door.

​

​

“Carl. are you sure about this?”

​