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Flood Tide

November 03, 2015 by in Fiction

Published by Writers’ Centre Norwich as part of their 2014-15 Inspires mentorship scheme with IdeasTap

The new tar road edges past our house the summer after my sister buried our momma near the back fence, laying her head past the slats to keep her feet out of the beans. It was the lion half of March when she died and high July when the road lolls in, a river of stinking tar nosing through the low ground and scrub. We watch it for a week, first from the roof and then from the beans, Zora and I both squint – pinching its black neck in our fingers and counting the thumbs between its roll and our momma’s head.

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