this morning #1211.

this morning, it looked like the four of us were about to have the entire orchard to ourselves. back home, we call this a grove. “orchard” is cool too, i suppose. the family & i arrived super early. only vehicle in the lot besides the one that belonged to the owners. i assumed they were the owners. the wife didn’t question me. we’d seemingly surprised them as they were preparing to open. the kids hopped out of the van first & the owners hurried over to greet us. the short one started talking a mile a minute. the tall one tried to keep a smile as his eyes darted this way & that. something was off. i took a step back, motioned for the family to get back into the van. grabbed my gun. the two dudes up & ran.