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Funny how things go. Sometimes I get a lot of page views and
a few comments or a few views and lots of comments. “Walls” prompted a number
of both.
Here’s some more short fiction for this week.
*****
LARRY
AND LAURA
Larry hooked one thumb in his brown
leather belt and pushed chestnut locks off his forehead with the other. “Funny
about love. You ever notice that? Sometimes you gotta plant a seed and water it
and hope it grows. That’s the way it was with Luther and Dahlia.”
Laura thought of the wedding
they’d attended an hour or so ago before wandering down the hill for a little
solitude. “Shoot, anybody who knew that couple coulda told you how it was with
them two years back.” Laura wished he’d notice her new frock.
“Yeah, but they didn’t face up
to it. Not ‘til Luther finally got it in his head that’s the way it was.”
“Wasn’t all his decision. She
had to figure out her end, too.”
He studied the water oak
towering above them. “Nice shade on a hot summer day like this.” He sighed and
answered her “Still, nothing happened ‘til he decided the way it was.”
She cast a blue eye at him. “Just
because she got there before he did, doesn’t mean he was the lead ox,” silently
adding. Just the ox.
Larry took no notice of the bite
in her voice. “Now with Charlie and Maggie, it just kinda arrived all at once.
You know, full bloom.”
She eyed him again without him
taking notice. “Yeah, full bloom.”
The whole countryside knew Maggie
set her cap for Charlie before they got out of high school. Course, Charlie
almost didn’t make it out of school. Probably wouldn’t have if he hadn’t played
football.
Larry skipped a stone across
the creek and leaned against the bole of the oak. “Most all our friends got
hooked up.”
“Or ran for the hills. Like
John and Edgar.”
“Didn’t exactly run for the
hills,” he protested. “John got a job over in Harreltown, and Edgar joined the
army.”
“Same thing.”
“Maybe so.”
Laura leaned against the tree
beside him and rested her head in the crook of his arm. Would the dolt ever get around to it, or would she have to give him a
shove?
“Creek’s running high. Probably
good fishing. Shoulda brought a pole.” He looked down at her. “You got anything
to make a hook out of?”
“Not a thing. We didn’t come
here to go fishing.”
He gave another sigh. “Fishing’s
about the most relaxing thing I know.”
“I don’t doubt that, Not for a
minute.”
Well, that was that. He was
off and running in a different direction now. No telling when she’d get him
back on the subject. Wait for another wedding? They were running out of
marriageable friends.
He gave her a quick hug. “How…
how you think it was for us… honey? You know, the love thing?”
Despite the joy bubbling in her bosom,
she couldn’t resist one more swipe. “Like a mustard seed, Larry. Like a mustard
seed.”
*****
A little
change of pace from last week, don’t you think? Hope you enjoyed that idyllic slice of life.
Don’t
forget that The Lovely Pines came out
last week. Hope you’ll get a copy of the book and read it. If so, please give
me feedback.
Now
my mantra: Keep on reading. Keep on
writing. You have something to say… so say it.
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you would like to drop me a line, my personal links follow:
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Here
are some buy links to the Lovely Pines,
which (as noted) was released on August 28:
Abaddon’s
Locusts is scheduled for release on January 22, 2019. I’m hard at work on the first draft of The Voxlightner Scandal.
See
you next week.
Don
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