“I’m sorry we won’t make it this year,” Dana said.
“Too hot anyways,” Peg graveled through cigarette smoke. “Louisiana sun gonna scorch us all.”
Dana scraped the bottom of a shortening can.
“Goddammit,” she said in a scratchy whisper.
“What is it, Dana?”
“I ain’t makin’ no cherry cobbler today.”
Justin Deming Thank you. This story was inspired by Leon Bridges’ Lisa Sawyer. I listened to the song and focused in on the lyric Louisiana sun to write my story.