Tag: historical fiction

Shameless!

Disclaimer: No child or pet were harmed during the making of this photo. All are available on Amazon, well, not the kids or the dog. 🙂 One of “my” kids, who just turned three, had NO desire to be part of my shenanigans (smart…

FRank’s Blues Song

Frank Sanders is a character in my newest novel. Since he’s the blue’s harp player and songwriter, he wrote this for me. 😉

Too Crowded

Quote from novel

The Truth Bites Like a Ratt’ler

Dad’s ignoring me as usual, but I guess that’s better than a slap on my face. Mother dries off the breakfast skillet, picks up a fussy Delma, and says, “Cono, yer goin’ te town this weekend te sleep over at Mamaw’s.” “How come?” I ask. “Aunt Marguerite…

UNHINGED

There she was, the unbuttoned girl who didn’t know right from wrong, who always took the path over thorny ground. Demented in heart and void of conscious. Squeezing the life out of my bordello one person at a time until she did it to…

Flawed or Innocent?

Why couldn’t wives see the similarities between themselves and a whore? “He’s a client,” Sofie continued. “But watch, when he sees me, he’ll turn away. So will his wife.” The man looked away, just as she thought. “You can’t speak to him?” Innocent Meta….

A loving parable

In the past when Papa was healthy,  I learned of this parable in the Bible. I was so Enamored by that kind of love that I would ask if he or Mama would like for me to wash their feet. Only a few times…

The Smart One in the Bunch

“You think Miss Primrose has the end of the year party planned out,” I say, changing the subject like I wish my teacher would when we’re studying mathematics. Scooter stops blowing his harmonica. “Crowns,” Scooter says. “Stupid crowns.” Last March, when Scooter turned fourteen,…

The Madam

Never, ever, will I regret saving that woman from the hangman’s noose eleven years ago. That good-for-nothing she killed deserved being plugged. Even so, a Negro woman who murdered a white man might as well start braiding her own rope. “’Nough mess … ”…

Those judging biddies

Sofie secured her hat with one hand, lifted her skirt with the other and continued running toward Sunset Station. Her legs burned and her black-laced boots were too small, crimping her toes. There was no choice. She had to get to there before the…