95: Where is Eibhlín?

Jinstain – Conor

            Conor wrapped himself tight in his long coat. He really should have grabbed his fur lined jacket instead, but for some reason he had thought the sun would warm the world a bit more than it had. He darted from the car and made his way inside the run-down community center.

            “Conor!” squealed a small girl, wrapping herself around his legs.