Photo from Chris F on Pexels This piece, The Whitetail Guardian, is a short story, a work of fiction. Any and all references to real places, people, or situations, are purely coincidental. The old bowling alley was almost eerie in its relative quiet. The only sounds were my footsteps and my fifteen pound bowling ball rolling down lane 8, the far end of this small house. There was no mistake this establishment played second fiddle to the bar and restaurant upstairs. The sounds

Image by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/noah1974-7033385/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=3102650">Przemysław Trojan</a> from <a href=" https://pixabay.com//?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=3102650">Pixabay</a> The Royal Quiet De Luxe sat in the corner of the room like a forgotten relic of a bygone era. The body had a mint green finish, surprisingly clean for something that was o