@consumefear
There was always something about Derry that tugged at her for the past thirty years or so. Always something in the back of her mind nagging at her, as if it were extremely important. It had come up when she met Wentworth, and when Richie was born, but it had never truly settled back into her mind.
Lately it had been screaming at her to realize. It was as if Marge was lost in her own mind everyday.
She was cutting through the small alley off of Main Street, behind the butcher shop as errands were running through her head. There were so many things she needed to get done, so she was grateful that Richie was off with his friends.
Her head whipped around as she was positive someone was walking nearby. Everyone knew everyone in town, and it was still broad daylight, so she just had to assume some kids were playing around with her. Kids always liked to fuck around with the adults in town. Typical.















