Sullivan's Island
Chapter One
The Porch
1999
I began putting my life back together at the feet of my older sister
and her family. She lived in Momma's house—the family
shrine—on the front beach of Sullivan's Island. Every time I went
over to the Island—which was frequent in the first months after
Tom left—I tried to leave the harsh realities of my new life behind
me.
My old station wagon rolled slowly across the causeway, liberating
my daughter and me from the starched life of the peninsula
to the tiny dream kingdom of Sullivan's Island. Black magic
and cunja powder swirled invisibly in the air. The sheer mist
became the milky fog of my past.
From within the pink and white branches of the overgrown
oleanders, which lined both sides of the road, floated the spirits
of decades long gone. The haints were still there, just waiting for
us in the tall grasses and bushes. Suffice it to say that everything
in the Lowcountry was just a-wiggling ... read full excerpt from: Sullivan's Island: A Lowcountry Tale ebook
