There is a long pause before Ophelia – Friday Fiction
There is a long pause before Ophelia continues the story and tells of how she bought a train ticket and went off to visit her mama in Atlanta. “I left on a Wednesday and Edward promised he’d be waiting at the train station when I got back on Sunday.”
She stops speaking, pulls a hankie from her pocket and dabs at her eyes. Several minutes pass before she continues. Wiping back the tears Ophelia tells how she arr.....
The next couple of weeks you’ll be getting a special preview of my upcoming new release – Memory House!
Saturday morning Annie wakes – Friday Fiction
Saturday morning Annie wakes with a smile on her face. For several minutes she remains in bed savoring the sweetness of a dream that has now left her. She remembers only a feeling of happiness but cannot remember the dream itself. It was not of Michael, that she knows. Thoughts of him have almost vanished and th.....
Thank you to everyone who spread the word about The Twelfth Child. It was a top 15 Amazon Bestseller on February 17! Enjoy this excerpt from the book:
Top 15 Amazon Bestseller – Friday Fiction
By August, the stack of dollar bills in Abigail’s shoebox had grown noticeably smaller, despite the fact that Gloria was paying more than her share of the expenses. Abigail.....
On Saturday night they’d talked about seeing The Lost Weekend but the
movie was now of little interest, so they passed it by and went for a ride in
Benjamin’s shined-up car. There had been little conversation in the noisy
ballroom, but once they were alone together Delia bubbled over with things
to say. Benjamin listened eagerly and could taste the sweetness of her as
surely as he could taste the sweetness in a stalk of sugar cane. When she
brought her .....
A picture of Lila came to mind, and Otis remembered how it was.
When she was alive there were hot biscuits and savory stews. On days
when the weight of work bent his back, she’d rub his shoulders and ease
the pain. And in the dark of night when they were side by side in the bed,
she’d press her body close to his and it brought a feeling of completeness.
Were it not for Lila, he wouldn’t have Benjamin; were it not for Benjamin,
Otis would surely have o.....
In early October Isaac’s first-day-of-school picture was developed and
Delia wrote to her mama.
“I’m so proud of my little man,” she wrote. “I’d give anything in the
world if you could see him.” She told how Isaac already knew his letters
and numbers but said nothing about the makeshift school he attended.
“If you could slip away from Daddy and meet me in town,” she
suggested, “we could have lunch and you could get to know this fine lit.....