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A Boat Water Halloween: Stories Vol 2 (Epitaph)

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A spooky tail written by Joe Young and scored by Boat Water

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Epitaph

The dry thunder in the October of the year, the kid sits on the porch with his radio. He tunes it to between stations, leaning in to hear songs from Indiana, broken jingles from Illinois. He pretends they’re ghosts, forcing a thrill along the spine, up his chest and into the throat. For a moment or two, he catches the transmissions of the dead.

He looks up to see his dad running the black Beetle down the road out front. The wind is in his dad’s black hair and the kid spies one quick wave. Come the weekend, he’ll pack a duffle for his dad’s apartment, up back around the funeral parlor. What was once the funeral parlor and is now the landlady’s home.

The kid’s sister is playing records in her room. The kid’s sister is often unpredictable and if the music stops he might leave the porch for the yard, take the sidewalk up the hill. The stand of woods at the top of the hill and the old hospital building now torn down, his grandmother’s stories of scarlet fever and polio.

In the yard of the 7-Up heiress the dry lawn spotted with walnuts. They drop to the roof, clatter past the broken gutters, to fall to the yard. In wetter seasons the fairy ring just outside her front door. She is so old the light neglects to part around her and she is as pink and white as her robe.

In the woods the crunch of the all-fallen leaves, the oranges now brown, reds more forsook. The crows of last week have left for the north, some new fallen snow—or at least that’s what the kid imagines. He daydreams of tramping amongst them, from woods to woods, free at last from his mother’s blue eyes.

In the clearing his friend Carlita stands regarding the pearly sky. Her face and hair are wild and dark, the holes at her knees are wider. She sings softly or cries silently or simply works her jaw. He comes upon her unbeknownst. Even then she fails to say his name.

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released October 29, 2023
Story by Joe Young
Music by Boat Water

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