“Arabella Raine, come to Daddy and see this tree. It’s sprouting Elvis instead of fruit!”
Month: December 2019
Sugarpool
(Just another Appalachian novel, to keep Dee Cyrus Henderson satisfied) Prologue It is 1986 and the flat ground along Route 60, which will someday be Mill Creek… Read more “Sugarpool”
Light Moves, a short story
Marsha was dreaming and in her dream she was a girl again and begin cheated out of all the money in her piggybank. Cheated, not robbed for in place of the multitude of nickels, the polished quarters, the flood of dimes, were pennies, dirty pennies, raining down upon her, falling through the belly of a spotted sky.
Outer Flower, 59
“You are now my servant, my lowly servant. I will be in different guises, but you will always recognize me and obey my commands.”
Outer Flower, 57
“I sent a lie so large that I told my servant, Suga, that it may be impossible for him to swallow, but we both watched as you did.
Outer Flower, 56
It was blood, of course, he recognized the smell, although she’d cleverly concealed the source.
Outer Flower, 55
“I’m never accurately predicted the reactions of the frightened or stupid, and you appear to be both.”
Outer Flower, 51
No one had ever out-rolled Elymas . . . but Quellen had.
Outer Flower, 33
“Tonight you have made an enemy of me,” said Elymas to Ondred.
Outer Flower, 28
My heart pounded when I heard the cackle of fire, like a dry twig lit. Then another and another until it was the sound of a thousand trees clapping, freed from ice. From somewhere, I heard a laugh.
Joan Spilman 