"One Sunday Evening" A short story.

Our Victorian on North Street was nestled between an abandoned house and a Pacific Bell company. In front of the empty Pacific Bell building was an aged truck. The man that lived in it always parked there through the week and most of the weekend. Only occasionally could you see him around town. Every once in a while he might be parked in front of the public pool, or the county courthouse. On the other side of the street was a two-car parking lot next to an old barn. My fourth grade teacher, Mr. Fuller, would park there every morning. But his car was not there this Sunday evening. After wal…