Return To Shiloh
By Ariel Felton
In the town of Fort Valley, star-shaped lights hung from telephone poles and garland was draped on the fences in each front yard. Thanksgiving was slowly melting into Christmas, and as I inched my car along in a funeral procession of mismatched cars, I too felt an uncomfortable thawing in my chest. I glanced around at the familiar landscape of my hometown and felt glaciers shifting.
“This air don’t work?” my older sister LaWanda said with half-hearted anger from the passenger’s seat, adjusting the car’s fans and dabbing at her face with a handkerchief.
“It just takes a minute to get cool,” I said but turned the fans to full blast anyway, knowing it wouldn’t help.
I was in town for my aunt’s funeral, driving barefoot because the heels I'd chosen to wear pinched my toes. My feet were sweating on the pedals.
About the Author
Ariel Felton is a writer, editor, and cat lady currently living in Savannah, Georgia. She received a Bachelor’s degree in English from Valdosta State University and a master’s degree in writing from the Savannah College of Art and Design. Ariel’s writing has been published in Savannah Magazine, The Bitter Southerner, South Magazine, Reductress and more. you can find more of her work at arielfelton.com.
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