It is the little place of waiting.
Less than one hundred feet down Duncan Blood’s driveway, on the left-hand side, the building stands. It is small and unobtrusive, easy to miss if you’re in a hurry to meet up with Duncan for a bit of his homemade peach brandy, or even stronger apple schnapps.
But the building is there, and there are a few in Cross who know of it.
The little place of waiting has existed since the early 1800s, although there is no exact documentation as to when the building was constructed. Duncan knows, of course, but like with so many other subjects, he refuses to speak of it.
Those who need to wait, wait. Those who do not, well, they do not.
Waiting, as the song says, is the hardest part, and those who sit in the little place of waiting know this better than anyone else.
They wait for the missing to return.
And sometimes, in Cross, they do.
The first such person to reappear in Cross after vanishing was Raelynn Crowell, who – at age 8 – disappeared from her front yard in 1846.
Three years later, without having aged a day and wearing the same clothes in which she had gone missing, Raelynn knocked on Duncan’s door on February 10th, 1849. Her only memory was of opening her front door and stepping out onto Duncan’s property.
Five years after, a second lost individual reappeared, and two years after that, a third. There is no rhyme or reason as to who returns, or how long they have been gone.
The only constants are the date, February 10, and those waiting for the return of their missing.
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