I accepted Jesus Christ as my personal savior thirteen times before your grandmother put a stop to my altar runs.
Category: Appalachian fiction
Silver Bottle, chap. “This Will Never Stop”, Episode 27
The women wouldn’t let it die. For every unanswered question, they made up answer of their own, filling a stew pot fired by their tongues.
This Will Never Stop, from the novel, Silver Bottle, Episode 26
I want forgiveness, and if we were standing face to face, I wouldn’t have the nerve to ask for it. Maybe I was such a bad mother that I’ve no rights left.
“This Will Never Stop” from Silver Bottle, Episode 25
I wanted to cuddle the doll, but her eyes were now open and glittering with malice.
“This Will Never Stop”, Episode 24 from the novel, Silver Bottle
Such a lot of motion in a two-syllable word. A shyly sensual sound at a time when sex wasn’t talked about, except by married women on porches in the summer twilight, or wildly exaggerated by teenage girls.
Silver Bottle, Episode 22
I can’t bury my mother, so I’ll leave that silver bottle right where it is.
Silver Bottle, Episode 21
“Do you want a divorce?”
“No, I want to move.”
Silver Bottle, Episode 20
I remember sitting in the judge’s chambers, swinging my feet from an oversized leather chair and wishing I could find a way home again.
Silver Bottle, Episode 19
The day after Easter, Mother disappeared. She didn’t leave a note, not even for Grandma. She left everything: her clothes, the silver bottle, the whiskey and her… Read more “Silver Bottle, Episode 19”
Silver Bottle, Episode 18
I lost the friends I had. I got nudged out of line by Jane Lee Veach, tried once more and got kicked by Vera, and never tried again.
