Hunted
By J.M.
Snyder
The movie lets
out a little before midnight. The small shops, odd boutiques, and
quaint restaurants that line Richmond’s Carytown district have
closed, leaving behind an empty street through which the wind
whistles as it rustles through trash that lines the gutters. A
small crowd exits Carytown’s vintage movie palace, the Byrd
Theatre, which had played a late show and now locks its doors
against the wintry wind. Hartley Smith takes his sister’s elbow and
leads her away from the theatre down Cary Street, away from the
crowd. It’s late. Not even the bums are out, begging for change on
the street corner.
Giselle wraps a
small hand over her brother’s warm fingers and turns slightly to
smile at him. She angles her head to avoid hitting him with the
large r
