Crow Cut Cove
Mid-thirties Black woman finds herself at what next? in life. Thinks to seclude herself for a summer in the mountains of East Tennessee. Finds mystery, adventure, romance.
"Why are we walking so fast?" Lanetia, just a bit out of breath, asked Zeezee who was walking as if Satan himself was after her. "Zeezee, please, slow down. . .it's too hot and Cinda is practically running."
"Told Miss Nosy to stay home. Ain't either of us strong enough to carry her," Zeezee retorted, slowing down so that Cinda was merely walking at a fast trot. Zeezee wiped her streaming face withthe bright orange cotton bandana that she had tied around her neck cowboy style. They were skirting the edge of the cornfield that was a lot larger than Lanetia had thought.
What's going on here? A cookout and a baseball game, right?
For too long a moment, the sickening-sweet, overripe banana smell of a wild pawpaw left unpicked by foraging squirrels drenched the interior of the small, red car. The sole occupant of the car reacted as though the rotten pawpawsomewhere under or among the items that she felt necessary to have within arm's reach on the passenger seat. Without thinking, she rolled down the window as her stomach heaved and threatened to lose its contents. The coolness of the early morning stung her face as she automatically swered to avoid a mangled mass of roadkill.