Tag: 1928

Waiting for Rosie’s Cafe

Note: What were the chances I would find the word Willy-nilly (daily post) in one of my writings? As my kids used to say, “Random!” But here it is!   Excerpt from The Moonshine Thicket by C. Dennis-Willingham Mr. Leonard, Scooter, and Frank have…

Still stupid

Now, the Charleston ends. Victor Victrola’s needle ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch’s searching for something that’s already been used up. Like my memory at the end of carnival night. And Beauty was wrong. My worries are still here. Big Chief Tablet glares at me from the…

Don’t lick your dog

In the last fourteen hours, I’ve seen more scenery than a turkey vulture. I tell Daddy I can’t wait to go. For the most part, it’s true. I won’t have to think about the vulture’s nest – a tangled up shack were Frank lives….

School’s out, but …

“Class dismissed.” After Miss Primrose’s words, the students Dash outside to breathe in the real world. “Scoot? Want to go to the swimming hole to look for Frank? If he’s there, we can’t stay long. Your Mama will have a hissy fit if we’re…

Missing Letters

Saturday is family day, if only two people count as a whole family. We’re not a complete three-legged dog family anymore. Without Mama, Daddy and me have turned into a kangaroo that hops on two feet with sorrow poking out of its pouch. Daddy…

What poverty looks like

All I hear is the rotting porch creaking from the wind. “It’s the right thing to do,” I say over and over while pulling open the screen door that has more holes than a liar’s tale. The house is crowded with litter. I step…

We can’t find Scooter!

  Miss Helen paces and says, “We can’t find Scooter. I even went to the swimming hole.” Now she’s sobbing. “The water’s deep and violent. What if, what if …” She blows her nose on the handkerchief she brought with her. There can’t be…

Why shear a pig?

I look out at the monster contraption in the moonshine thicket. A coiled snake-looking tube sits on top of a barrel and is attached to a copper boiler pot. Two of me could fit inside the barrel that I tap. “What all’s in here,…

Drinking to Dead Relatives

Great Gatsby Franken-Farter stares at the creek. “I saw my aunt die.” “I saw my grandpa die, too.” I remember Mama crying when she pulled the bed sheet over him and Daddy hugging her for a long time after. When they buried him, Scooter kept…

Body Removal

Betty doesn’t look like Betty unless you stare long enough and Miss Helen’s too busy with body removal to take a good look. “What’s she got, Miss Helen?” Frank asks. “I have an inkling and, if I’m right, she needs medicine right away.” They…