In the last fourteen hours, I’ve seen more scenery than a turkey vulture. I tell Daddy I can’t wait to go. For the most part, it’s true. I won’t have to think about the vulture’s nest – a tangled up shack were Frank lives.
I put on a nicer dress, the blue one with Sailor pockets, brush through my hair tangles, and think about chopping it off. I stare at the scissors when the familiar voice calls out.
I twist my hair into a braid.
“She’s in the house, Scoot Bug,” Daddy yells from behind the house.
“Emmy! Emmy!” he yells again.
I find Scooter outside. He’s hugging Choppers and licking his fur.
“Scoot! Your mama doesn’t like for you to lick dogs.”
He gives me a devilish grin and spits mutt hair from his mouth.
If he asks me to whirly-bird, this time I’ll say no. I’ll show him the still-in-the-carton Tinker Toys instead.
“Ba-boom-ba-boom. Ba-boom-ba-boom. A hullabaloo!”
He’s doing it again. His few words tell me he’s been with Frank.
“I thought you couldn’t leave without your parents watching over you.”
“I am watched over.”
Scoot points toward his house, but I know his parents can’t stand on their front porch and keep an eye on him a good hundred yards away.
Halfway between Scoot’s house and mine, I see him waving under the clump of live oak trees. My arm’s too heavy to wave back.
Excerpt from The Moonshine Thicket
Sail – Daily word prompt