In search of Sheryl Hickory, 1961-1993

Sheryl’s family was in a bad way, so Laurette looked after her. She fixed her hair, bought her school clothes and supplies and let us play together, until my bruises made it clear that her trauma was trickling down to me. I never went to her house, but I did have a nightmare that has stayed with me for fifty-eight years: I walked into the Hickory’s kitchen and saw her family seated at the table. As one, they turned and looked at me, except they had lizard heads. I woke myself up to escape these monsters. Sheryl wasn't so lucky.

Inspired by Sheryl, who was my friend for 620 days. Photo: “Underbelly” by Laurie.