Felicity got out of Dwayne’s truck like she had for the past month. The blue sky was the same, with the addition of a handful of puffy, white clouds. The line in front of Honey’s was the same.
The scent of smoked brisket hit her in the gut like a swift kick. Her memory flooded with moments she’d spent with her father while he prepared the brisket, got the hickory chips prepared, and sliced the finished product. All she could think was, He’s gone. I’ll never taste his brisket again. He’s gone.
He’s gone. I’ll never taste his brisket again. He’s gone.Gone.
Gone.Gone.
Gone.Her head hurt, and she couldn’t take a breath. Dwayne said something, but she couldn’t decipher the words. Tears pricked her eyes and flowed down her face without her permission, suddenly just there. So many of them.
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