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Sweet Tea (Kindle Edition)

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Product Description

Time to get divided from a rodent race. Time to take 6 months' vacation in a country. The nearest neighbors live dual miles away. The nearest vital neighbors, that is. The kudzu behind a residence covers an aged graveyard. And not all that's passed is asleep. Erotic fear from Berry Richardson. Adults only.

About 4,500 words.

Excerpt:

The residence is perfect. A friendly lodge with a vast front porch, finish with a swing. It’s accurately what we had in mind – distant from a city and ex-boyfriends. For a subsequent 6 months, it’s only me and a crickets.

I’m somewhat unhappy there’s no white picket fence, though I’m starting to consider those are a Hollywood parable – I’ve been pushing by a panorama all day and haven’t seen one yet. Instead, 3 sides of a residence are surrounded by sensuous vegetation. It’s furious and beautiful. Miniature hills arise and tumble in even rows, like ripples in a lake. It’s distinct anything I’ve ever seen.

The sound of sand crunching catches my attention. we spin and see a beat-up Ford pickup lorry entrance down a road. It stops in front of a house, and with a shrill screech of rusty steel a doors pitch open and a unkempt integrate emerge. They’re dressed equally in faded jeans and flannel shirts. we roughly burst with fun during a steer of them – if a 3 hour flight, a dual hour drive, and a view weren’t explanation adequate of my stretch from NYC, a steer of them positively is.

"I reckon you’re Ms. Phelps?" The male extends a callused hand.

"Miriam Phelps," we answer, jolt his hand. "I was only admiring a house."

A disturbed demeanour crosses his face, clear in a low wrinkles in his forehead. "It could use a uninformed cloak of paint, though otherwise, it’s been good maintained. My wife, Hester –" he waves a plaid arm in a woman’s instruction –"and we lived here for years. We only changed a few months ago."

"Why would we ever wish to leave?" we make my approach adult a stairs of a porch. "It’s perfect," we say, plopping into a swing.

He doesn’t answer. He only stares past me to a margin of green.

"We only wanted to be a bit closer to town," Hester says. "Isn’t that right, Phil?"

"Mmm hmmm," he answers, still looking past me.

I follow his gaze. "What is that, anyway? I’ve never seen foliage like that."

"Kudzu," Phil says, eyes focused on me again. "Covers everything. Would hurl right over a residence if we let it."

"And what done a belligerent demeanour like that? The small mounds?" we demeanour from Phil to Hester and behind again. Neither seems prone to respond, both looking down during their scuffed boots.

Finally, Hester says, "It’s an aged graveyard, dear. The kudzu has taken over, so it’s tough to see a headstones."