THE TOWƎЯ (part 1)

The sun dipped below the horizon, shielded behind mountains of navy blue. Dense and slow moving fog, wrapped itself around the mountains and through the forest of trees. The sky above blushed with slate purple, tainted with grey clouds that promised damp October weather. It reflected onto the rippled, bottomless lake. Below the mountains, scattered through the evergreens, were homes, the small town of Ashbourne, and engulfed in more trees, stood a radio tower radiating crimson.

Leaves scattered across a stone driveway, leading up to an ample home. It sat on top of a stubby hill, surrounded by many trees. The home’s white and grey tones were complimented by the chestnut trim, which encased every door and window. Completing the look was a worn brick red step, and in front, two bulky pumpkins, perched to the right of a Prussian blue front door.

Light streams onto the almond colored walls of a triangular shaped room. A handsome and skinny boy clearly in his later teen years, named Christopher,

sat at his desk working away at a skateboard. Taped to the wall, which was at an incline, were notes on different colored papers, occasional doodles, a to-do list and photos of people, one of them showing a man walking through a forest. Some pictures hung slanted overtime, from cheap adhesive. Christopher’s desk was covered in rolls of duck tape and glue sticks, along with the disassembled trucks and wheels of a skateboard. Carefully, he plastered striking colors of tape in pink, purple, white, blue and green duck tape to the board at different angles. He grabbed two circular pieces of cardboard, both, covered in purple tape, and with his glue gun, glued them both to the bottom of each side of the wheel-less skateboard.

In a room to the right, a much younger boy, who went by the name “Luke” quickly buttoned up his checkered shirt. He briskly put on a denim jacket one size too big and darted past a wooden shelf that held a steadily growing collection of tiny cars, to his closet. Rummaging