THE SEVENTH DAUGHTER

“Da, don’t go!” I screamed. Dark clouds were already forming on the horizon above the gables.

The View

when he opened his eyes he saw only the same stark view of the mountain from both windows.

The Crow

Black oily feathers fall from the sky like a broken umbrella spinning awry twisting and turning then soaring a while until it hit our back porch with a splatt “What is that?” My nosey brother asks he prods it with a stick It squaaaaaaaaaawks ! He runs back behind the swing and drops everything, the

Cherry Pie.

With fragile hands that once were strong she plucks the heavy fruit from the knotted branch and fills her basket to the brim She sways a little more than she did the day before as she decends the ladder and bends a knobby knee a tad more slowly on the last step that creaks before

Hard Rock Candy (an excerpt – wip)

Chapter I – The Phantom of Rock I’ve come to hate my body and all that it requires of me in this world — Lou Reed, the Velvet Underground, “Candy Says” (1969) WE were born in the year that Marilyn Monroe rode down a River of No Return with a handsome leading man, destined to

My First Visit to WAWA

My First visit to WAWA It’s late and raining. I stop to get gas at this well lit “7-11” wannabe store and duck inside after to use the facilities. On the way out of the bathroom I notice they have a deli. There are no other people in the store and only two young women

Rachel (revised)

Rachel                                                                                                                                                                                 492 wds        It was bone cracking cold the day the tall thin girl in a shabby maroon skirt walked into the room in the basement of Christ’s church where we met every second and fourth Saturday of the month praying for salvation. The world under the street, as Traci called

Ferderica

The day she came back i was in the town square at market buying several grouse and some venison, red potatoes and wild beets  for a stew. Her favorite meal. 

Candy

“I’m Candy.” Her voice soft but nasal like a gay male. Each word carefully chewed and swallowed before trailing out through her nostrils. It was not her real name. Not the one she was born with nor even the one on her driver’s license but it’s what she told us to call her that first day.

REVIEW: The River’s Edge, by Tina Sears ****Four and a half stars. Outstanding read.   A true-to-life coming of age story with a strong theme of survival from a first time novelist. This is a read one is likely never to forget and will resonate with many female readers who have experienced similar tragedies. Chris