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He pointed at the dark house next to it. The curtains were drawn. The grass was unkempt. "Who lives there?"
"Nobody, right now," Coral said. "The old lady passed away and it's in probate."
"Who's been making trash?" Jimmy said, pointing at the trash barrel out front. "Her #ghost?" (4/4) #wss366

They walked around the corner and he looked down the street. As they walked, he studied the houses, yards, and parked vehicles.
"It's that one, right kid?" Jimmy said, pointing at a pink raised ranch.
"Yeah. That's our house." (3/4) #wss366

"Let's walk from here," he said, climbing out of the drop.
He slid a case out from under the seat of the truck, unlocked it, and pulled out a big, ugly automatic. He chambered a round, checked the safety, and slipped it into the waistband of his pants. (2/4) #wss366

After the ferry docked, Jimmy drove his truck onto the barrier island, the turned right and headed down the central highway.
"It's on the left up ahead, right?"
"Right," Coral said. "I mean left. Right."
Jimmy chuckled. He turned into the subdivision, then parked two streets away. (1/4) #wss366

"But she wasn't there in the morning. No note, no nothing. Which is not like her. When she still wasn't home when I got back from University, I came to look for you."
Jimmy nodded and thought for a moment, then asked, "Did she take her car?"
Coral shook her head.
"No. She was just gone." (2/2) #wss366

Coral took a sip of her cola and said nothing.
Jimmy leaned over the rail for a few moments and silently shook with emotion, then he mastered himself and straightened up.
"What can you tell me?" he asked.
"She was there when I went to bed last night," Coral said. (1/2) #wss366

"Is Joyce still seeing that guy?" Jimmy asked.
"Which one?" Coral replied. "She's had like three boyfriends in the past year."
"I mean that…" Jimmy #spat in the water. "That scumbag."
"She really knows how to pick them."
Jimmy sighed. "That's probably why she liked me." (2/2) #wss366

Jimmy led Coral to the refreshment counter on the ferry.
"What do you want?" he asked her.
"A cola," she said.
"A beer for me," he said to the clerk.
They carried their drinks to the bow. There was a little chop in the middle of the sound and they stood braced against the rail. (1/2) #wss366

maljuna arbo kun nova ŝimenavo… sakure preta / an old tree with a new shimenawa… sakura ready #hajko #haiku #esperanto

Coral felt the deep thrum of the propellers as the ferry headed across the sound.
Jimmy let his breath out. Then he slid out of the truck and walked around to her side of the truck.
"C'mon, kid," he said. "We've got twenty minutes. Let's go get us a drink." (4/4) #wss366

"It'll be backed up," he said, weaving in and out of traffic. "If we punch it, we can make the ferry."
Ten minutes later, he drove up just as the gate started to come down. He paid the #fare, pulled forward, and parked. He turned off the motor just as the horn of the ferry sounded. (3/4) #wss366

He repeatedly moved his foot between the accelerator and brake.
Coral closed her eyes as he ran a red light.
He suddenly spun the wheel to the right and floored it. The huge engine roared as the truck leapt forward.
"Isn't the bridge that way?" she asked. (2/4) #wss366

Jimmy started up the big truck and then pulled sharply into traffic. Coral grabbed the armrest to keep from being thrown across the seat.
Jimmy drove aggressively, changing lanes fast and cutting off other cars.
"Joyce still lives on the island, right?" he said.
Coral nodded. (1/4) #wss366

There's a reason they call them "redbuds." #BloomScrollingv#BudScrolling

A zero-point-four-sythia. #BloomScrolling

And now I've gotten an email from Susanna Porter, Vice President & Executive Editor at Ballantine Penguin Random House. I wonder if she knows Megan…

Coral followed Jimmy out of the bar into still tropical air. It had rained and the sidewalks were wet. She hurried to keep up with his long strides as he led her down the street. They arrived at a black pickup truck that was painted with flowers: stylized daisies and dandelions.
He opened the passenger door and held it for her. When she struggled to climb in, he picked her up and set her on the bench seat, closed the door, and walked around to the driver's side.
"Buckle up," he said. #wss366

That's one…

I'm ready to make a new shimenawa…