The Vine That Ate The South

We found our way up to the cabin in the dark last night.

A little scary.

(This isn't it. This is what I found on my morning walk. Kudzu.)

The power was out until two seconds after

Gene singed his eyebrows lighting the gas grill in the dark.

There was a flash of the grill igniting and then suddenly full power.

This morning there has been a bird outside screeching in the rain.

We don't know who.