Ghost Town

“San Roque isn’t exactly a popular destination spot, but the townspeople love it here…I’m sure of it. Are you enjoying your stay here?”

“I’m not exactly staying here, I’m just trying to find my friend.”

The dazed expression of the sheriff had begged the question of why I would even come here. I could tell that nothing happened in this town, so why would Biscuit even be here. Yet I felt something in me that wanted me to look around. I had searched so much, perhaps this was the one time that I actually had luck in my search.

There was an awkward silence between the two of us.

“Your town is very lovely though, Sheriff….ah..”

“Dingo Baby…Dingo Baby of San Roque. But thanks, I try to make it more appealing but it's like we are almost set to become a ghost town. Sad. But everyone’s home changes throughout the years.”