Slavers

Pausing as she moved across the parking lot, the woman smiled, shifting the bundles in her arms. “Beautiful,” she murmured. Before her sat a large Peterbilt truck, its metal-flake emerald green paint gleaming in the light. On the side of the sleeper, a mural depicted peach trees silhouetted before a setting sun. Above, gilt letters spelled out the words “Carolina Skye”. Seeing a figure standing by the door, she frowned, walking quickly forward. ...