The Creek

The Creek

We had to cross Holmes Creek to buy alcohol, back then, at the little liquor store or maybe the biker bar just around the corner from it, up the county road. That’s off the state highway, y’know, running north.

Things change, people change—even the Baptists, or maybe they were just outnumbered, at last. Now I can get a six-pack at the convenience store, a bottle of wine at the Pig.

The hard stuff? I suppose they still sell that on the other side of Holmes Creek. That was never my thing. Now I only cross the creek when I am on my way somewhere else.

It’s a nice little creek, flowing off southward into swampland and then on to the Choctawhatchee. I’ve crossed that on occasion, too.

Stephen Brooke ©2016