We woke to find that Winter had covered Peach Hill with its silver sheen, and the boys began shouting for their sleds that are buried somewhere in the basement–– a pair of old Flexible Flyers with red metal runners and blonde birch planks that my brother and I used to race across much coveted snow-day afternoons. I spent the coffeedark morning underground tunneling through piles of toys: layers of childhood that chart the wilderness we’ve left behind. I steal a last look back and tug at the delicate balance. It all happened too fast, soft shiver of memory pulling free from overhanging bluffs, no time even to gasp at the tumbledown that fell like meteorites against stone-kissed skin now buried among love-loose things.
Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at bethpeddle.com and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram
Matthew Schultz teaches creative writing at Vassar College. He is the author of two novels: On Coventry and We, The Wanted. His chapbook is forthcoming from ELJ Editions in May 2022.