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Jenna’s Peach

Cullen Kuhn

October 4, 1998

Leaves falling

on a remote dirt road.

October 4, 1998, brisk morning air pierces through

skin like a needle sewing thread.

I see the shack in the distance.

Onward I trudge, close enough to see

“Jenna’s Peach” hanging above the door.

A jar of peaches on the counter

“two bucks” says the cashier

I slip her the week’s allowance

and head down the road.

A trail of leaves leads me

home.