Cleo's Lies

Cleo Peyton stood under the large oak tree across the road from her house meditating on her impending plans. The crisp autumn evening had a chilling nip in the air. A brisk breeze shook loose a few leaves, and they landed near her feet. She glanced down at the fallen foliage and smiled. They would eventually be swept away by the season’s swirling wind. They were free from their mother’s hold to go dancing with the wind.

Cleo cocked her head to one side as she listened to the distance rumbling of the approaching six o’clock evening passenger train. The engineer blew the whistle three times as the railroad cars rode the tracks passed her house on its way to Savannah. The blasts of the rolling sound played upon Cleo’s ears. Coming through. Passing by. Follow me.