Page 6 - Pocket Farm (Alec Deacon) : Flip It & Read It
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But li le did we know that...
Our small community shop would eventually bring us the
"wrong kind of attention"...
Two months a er we'd opened, I got an unexpected visit from the local landowner,
asking me if I was interested in selling my shop and my farm. I was actually a bit
proud to hear his offer, but I told him my property was not for sale. He smiled, said,
"have a good day," and le . And I didn't think much of it…
Un l I woke up later that night to my wife and daughter screaming in terror...
I couldn't make sense of what was going on. It was pitch black, and it felt hot...
suffoca ng... like I was in an oven… And the smell… I'll never forget that smell…
heavy… toxic… metallic even… and then I saw a flicker out the window.
The house was on fire.
