Walker and me make offers whenever the banks foreclose on a place. We come it low, and usually somebody else will win it. Fine by us, since we’ll get it sooner or later. City people see a farmhouse for a song and buy it, not realizing that the value will only go down.Nobody makes it out here since the town went under. After a year or five or ten, they’ll move on, sell it to us for what they can get. We go in and strip it of everything worth a dime, then burn what’s left to the ground.
Locusts. Take what they want, destroy the rest.
That was quite chilling. You’ve caught the character’s voice really well.
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I could imagine being told this by a man drinking bourbon in a bar. Nicely written, Randy
This was very dark and well crafted.
The dark reality of real estate in ghost towns.
Dark, but I can visualize it. Great stuff.
Really depressing tale but well written. Real Estate can be a money maker OR a money loser depending on the amount of repairs to fix it up! Great tale!
I wish this weren’t so realistic. There are always carrion birds to clean up a carcass.
Well told. I guess this is progress—- of a sort. Someday someone will wnt another factory site and they’ll make a nice profit.