Introduction: I have been suffering from writer's block on my novel, so I decided to write an all-true short story from my youth in Dixie. Here is is, gentle readers, about 3000 words.
When I was a kid and my parents were still married, we lived in Bluffton, South Carolina. Our house used to be just a summer house in my grandmother’s day, a place to escape from the Savannah heat, but we lived there year round. My dad still lives there now, but it’s all fixed up. It used to be falling down. It’s right on the May river, atop a forty-foot bluff; it’s the highest piece of land in the county. That’s because the whole rest of the place is about two inches above sea level. The house looks out over the marshes and a big sand bar that formed over a wrecked barge years ago. Before the hurricane took our dock away we had a boat and could go across to the sand bar. You can find fossilized shark’s teeth there, black and needle-sharp. It seems as if they should run out, but there are always more. Back at the time I’m writing about we still had a dock.