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05.01.2011
deciduous
Bruce VanWyngarden

It was quickly becoming apparent that The Spot would be necessary before the night was over. She’d intimated that she was ready to go all the way, he’d remembered to stash some condoms away in his car, and it looked like signs were green across the board for tonight being the night.

Problem was, The Spot was more of a communal space than a private one. It was a clearing in the deciduous forest of Shelby Farms his friends had discovered last summer while looking for a place to watch a meteor shower. Far enough back from the main roads, no one ever checked it. Which made it perfect for nights like tonight. And unfortunately meant it could already be occupied. He would need to find out.

The text message went out as he took her to get coffee. “Need The Spot. All clear? Y/N?” He needed four Ys. Needed them more than anything else in his life.

Two came back before they’d even walked in the Starbucks. Both Ys. Another while they waited on their order.

They sipped their drinks and ground their thighs while they waited.

Finally, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

The Spot was his.

Memphis Note:
Shelby Farms Park is one of the largest urban green spaces in the world. It cuts a swath through the east edge of Memphis with lakes, forests, open pastures and even a herd of buffalo. And yes, it even has a few “Spots”.

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