What Next

 

2024-07-05 “What Next”  by  Emma

Whilst we was riding from Omaha, Jenn showed me about this thing, this iPhone, I say, my granny-aunt was right about e’ery body ought to know how to read and write. Merritt said we should tell our tale on the iPhone, so, I’m going to try. 

Jenn already helped me get caught up to now.

We’s at the Peabody hotel in Memphis. My folks… no one would believe it. Me, a sharecropper girl in a fancy, high class place like this.

Me an’ Jenn, we’s sharing a room but it’s big. An’ it’s got two beds. Jenn says they are queen size beds. I feel like a queen, to say it.

When I run away from the house… that was, according to my way of counting, two nights ago… I packed my dressing gown. It was yellowed and dingy, accounting for it being hand-me-down from my aunt that got too big for it when she started having babies. I kept it clean, though, naturally.

Well, look at what was in my satchel— I mean what was in my backpack. This is so fancy, I don’t even know what to think.

We’re on the ninth floor here. I don’t reckon I ever been this high up. And Merritt says there’s buildin’s that go way over 100 floors.

Well, that’s all I got to say for now. An’ I wanna say hi and thanks to them people who been talking to me in the comments. Jenn says it’s a real special thing to hear from people who look at my pictures. 

I ‘preciate it.