Kenzi Reid Reddick

The Lucky Spot

It was written right there on the inside cover. His wedding day, his son’s birthday, the day his daughter’s adoption was finalized and the day he found Jesus. He bared down, almost etching the dates into the cover as if he were carving into the side of an old oak tree. While the ink had settled into the burrowed lines he created with his heavy-weighted penmanship, the smudges were still visible where the side of his calloused hand had grazed over it while the ink was still wet. Taped below was his favorite family picture from a few summer’s back. He could almost taste the salt in the air and feel the sand under his feet. It was a constant reminder of more simple times, ones he didn’t experience much anymore.