Island Field
May 14 and it’s raining. The brackish water is six inches deep when I put my feet down to get out of the rental car. My sneakers, socks and pant legs are already wet from the other three driveways that I stepped into and sloshed through. I stopped caring about getting wet. Then, I stopped caring about whether my rental car was going to make it through the water. I’ll see how that goes. There is a pattern now with this going from house to house, searching and knocking. Out of the car, then taking a moment to mutter a subdued curse into my chest as my feet sink yet again into the...
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