10 Things I will miss about the Yacht Club:
•1• The enormous bird house I can see thru my window.
"My milkshake excursion turned in to a 5 hour road trip."
Emmy and I keep each other company over the phone while we both follow separate, seemingly aimless, roads towards home. Emmy in Chicago, me, somewhere in Tennessee.
I had a dream for the first time in weeks. It pulled me out of sleep this morning. In the dream, I was sitting outside an Internet cafe in a foreign country, waiting for someone.
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“Will it run?”
“It might.”
“What year is it?”
“’94.”
“Good, it’s two years younger than me. Plenty of life.”
"Noni died at 11:30 this morning. Sorry I tried to call you and Alison."
I receive these small, black words in a text message from my dad just after I put the car in park in front of the Valley Grocery.
It hasn't rained in nearly two weeks. The ground is hard and the dirt cloud from the gravel at the top of our road kicks all the way down the mountain. The bugs are thriving and their sound mixed, with the haze of the sun, create a lull in the stagnant air.
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"Yo, did you find my bible?"
"Oh man, no I didn't know I was looking for it."
The nettle met my knees as soon as I leaned my weight on the ladder for Iris. She was twelve rungs up, holding a roll of fishing line, a pocket knife, and a string of Christmas lights.
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"Are there any bikes on that side?" Leah and I rummage underneath the Yacht Club in one of the four wood shops that our landlord sloughs both small and large treasures, including his pre-made, hand built coffin; A North Carolina mountain tradition, so I hear.
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There's a road just past the Cove Creek store that takes you straight in to Tennessee. Emmy & I drove with the windows down to let the wind break up the 80 degree heat.
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