Armed agents secured the area. The recovery team searched the abandoned store on the old road up the mountain range both inside and out.
Someone noticed the large, white graffiti-painted letters PHERE above the entrance, threw out the P, and asked for a ladder. What they were looking for was spread thinly beneath the paint. They carefully replaced the items with fakes.
I’d like to say these were the good guys, but if they were, why were they up there? Anyway I doubt they realized that they weren’t the first to find the stuff I hid there.
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields offers the photo below taken by Carole Erdman-Grant as this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 