“I just want to get out of this town,” Shannon said. “Any place is better.”
I scratched the back of my neck. “Where?”
Shannon stroked her chin. “Ahh. Seattle. Let’s go to Seattle.”
“And leave the South?” I raised a sly brow.
Shannon blew out her lips then a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Exactly, leave the South.”
We packed our belongings in the back of my Jeep. We passed interstates and highways at speed so fast; I felt like I was drunk.
“What’s with the hurry?” I said.
“I got a surprise.”
“You? A surprise?” I laughed.
“Surprises are so not like you,” I said.
“You’re going to like this one.”
“Maybe we could find a home. A place of our own.”
“We’ll rent something until we can find the perfect home.”
We entered highways with patches of evergreen trees on either side and light rain.
“Didn’t you grow up in Seattle?” I said.
Shannon’s eyes darted to me, and she nodded, returning her eyes to the road.
We pulled into the driveway of an empty house. “What are we doing at someone’s home?” I asked.
“This.” Shannon placed the car in park and shifted her attention to me. “This is where I grew up.”
“I guess I don’t understand.”
“Mom left me the home when she died last month,” Shannon said. “It’s ours.” Shannon fit her body in mine.
“A home. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Who doesn’t like a surprise?” Shannon said.
(From Dusting off Dreams currently #12 out of 168k in poem collection)