Brittney Peters

Woodgrain Goodbye's

The crickets seemed to echo my heart beat. Their uneven cries into the field reminded me of a tattletale. A mean little girl in my kindergarten class who would tattle to the teacher whenever you did the smallest crime. The reeds whipped my skin as I crossed the marshes that my sister and I had roamed and explored since we were small. I thought briefly of a lullaby Margie used to sing to me about a moon and a river guiding me home.