Trying to make it easier — a short one

Walking back to Brook and Gian’s house, up the main drag of Franklin Street in Chapel Hill, NC, I see a way to make it easier. Cut through the woods.

Some folks may think I’m a bit nutty. I prefer “fearless.” Hell, why not? I recognize their house, surrounded by a wooden fence and short patch of woods nearby.

It’s their hood, right? Their new community.


Walking between their wooden fence and a small hidden house, which I hope to scurry past without anyone seeing me.

No such luck: “Hello, hello!” a woman smoking a cigarette on the screened-in porch calls out. “Stay right there. He’ll be right out,” she says.

A hefty young guy emerges from the side door.

“That’s my daughter’s house over there,” I say,  pointing to it. “I’d just like to try taking a shortcut through the woods.” He looks dubious.

“I’m visiting and I’ll only do it this once,” I tell him. He still looks dubious.

“I don’t know what’s back there. Could be spider webs, all sorts of stuff,” he says.

What can I do but pull the Maine woods card?

“That doesn’t scare me. I’m from Maine. I’m used to the woods. But that’s okay,” I give in. “I’ll walk up the road.”

“I love Maine,” he says, sounding way more comfortable.




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2 Responses to Trying to make it easier — a short one

  1. Gwen Harvey says:

    I love this! Great dialogue. Love the picture too.

  2. sheilawill says:

    Thanks Gwen! I hope your writing is going well, and that you had a good Thanksgiving.

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