The fog was so feathery that its appearance was like a thin sheet floating just above the tops of the Longleaf Pines. Sleep would not come easy tonight as I climbed trees and drove my bike to our town’s small store. Catching the sun coming up tomorrow was what I wanted, and I was considering staying up all night.
Closing my eyes again, the next thing I knew, someone was shoving my shoulder. I saw my mom standing over me. “Get out of bed, Josie Karen, and dress as fast as you can. Your father was in an accident, and he is bleeding, but he doesn’t know how bad it is, so we have to go and find him.”
There had been talking of moving again just when my fragile heart felt at peace, with the “Big Four,” the name I gave our four acres of milk colored sand, massive oaks, and pine trees. Melting into the land, I learned to become a part of the forest. It was a sanctuary that embraced only delight and food for my fantasies.
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Thanks to Terveen, Editor of MasticadoresIndia, for continuing to support and encouraging me to work on my first short story for publication.