Angela Turner
Bio
I am an artisan jewelry maker, musician, writer, and native New Orleanian. I have two adult children, two fur babies, and an amazing fiance, Tony. Tony and I love to dance to live music and go canoe fishing in the marshes of SE LA.
Stories (2)
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The Shortcut
Janet took the shortcut home again. Bob hated her taking the shortcut, so maybe she wouldn't mention it. There was apprehension of course, but the interstate traffic was backed up so far tonight, and her back was screaming its familiar tune after a long shift at work. It was a dark drive through a mostly deserted industrial area. There were some dilapidated spots word of cement and lots of trash flurries along the edges, Mainly scrap yards and a few gravel pits operated along this stretch of road. It was pitch black, except for some flickering streetlights. Yes, many things could go wrong out there at night, and she was a woman driving alone, but there were no red lights or stop signs for the entire stretch. There weren't typically any other vehicles, except the occasional straggling gravel truck, no cops cars, nothing to stop her from speeding her ass off, so she could get out of her work clothes, slip into a hot bath, and sip on a nice glass of chardonnay. She could almost taste it now.
By Angela Turner5 years ago in Fiction
The Relic
Esme scrambled over the crumbling ridge at the first break of harsh sunlight, careful not to alert the Guardians. One was posted just one hundred yards to the west, but the cover of sunlight might give her grace today. She licked lilac cracked lips under the kerchief that covered her face, grasped the heart-shaped locket around her thumping neck, and recited the words in her mind’s eye, just as Jacoby had taught her. The heat exuded from every pore, and became trapped between her slimy skin and the layers of her protective clothing as she began,
By Angela Turner5 years ago in Fiction
