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Again born...
My Daddy always said, ‘those church folks are the biggest hypocrites.’ Of course, my Daddy was a drunk, Emily recalled as she drove slowly on her way to Faith Church. It was a Sunday evening in late October. The Delta sun was blinding as it slowly dipped beneath the flat cotton fields busy with combines, trucks, and smoldering fires to burn off the remaining chaff. Emily pulled down her visor, yanking it loose, providing slightly more shade from the penetrating rays. Her sunglasses were lost to her, like the warmth of the summer when she had used them last. She adjusted the temperature as there was still a slight chill in the air. Most would say it was warm, but she tended to be cold natured, perhaps a holdover from her childhood when she and her siblings had to endure a fierce winter wind inside the thin walls of farm shacks. The shacks were a meager shelter her Daddy managed to negotiate as part of his pay as a seasonal farm hand in-between his drunken binges. On those rare occasions when her mom would emerge from her own darkness, she would turn on the gas stove and open the oven door providing some slight reprise from the winter cold. Emily remembered standing as close as possible without physically touching the oven, twisting back and forth, basking simultaneously in the heat on one side and enduring the cold on the other. Delta life was one of extremes for everyone, with very little space left for anyone in the middle.
By Rick Adventure 4 years ago in Fiction
Realm of the Skogkatt
The brightly lit old-growth forest stood resolute. The pines were almost two feet thick. Even though the pines huddled together, the brightness of the day shone. Thankful for the light, Angie picked her way down the small trail she found when she moved into her new house.
By Jeffry Parker4 years ago in Fiction
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A private invitation circulated among a thousand hand-selected email addresses with a strict first-come-first-serve directive for a very limited amount of tickets. The attachment had a Dark Knight feel. It promised a very exclusive get-together at a mansion in Brookhaven for one night. It cost 3K but specifically said the price included the “drugs.” An e-money transfer was required to secure a spot at a party. Strictly hush-hush, as everyone knows this would violate the State’s limits on private gatherings under the new epidemic bylaw.
By L.A. Alfonso4 years ago in Fiction
