“All those bottles,” Grandma looked out the window. “Why doesn’t she wait until dark and bury them in the back yard?”
Category: Appalachian fiction
Silver Bottle, Episode 16
She slapped me. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’d known she wanted to slap me since the day I told her the music was bad.
Silver Bottle, Episode 13
An immediate dislike came over me, especially when I heard Reverend Fisher say, “I can see the two of us are going to be friends.” I hated him.
Silver Bottle, Episode 12
“What would happen if you were laid out on the floor unconscious?” Lena had put all sorts of suggestions in their heads.
Silver Bottle, Episode 11
“It’s not nice to stare. Now, you mind what I said.”
Silver Bottle, Episode 10
The lettering on the back of the fan said: Compliments of the Sunbeam Company and Veach Funeral Home. Always Ready to Serve You.
Silver Bottle, a novel, Episode 9
I don’t know how God felt about renovation and decoration, but the parishioners, tired of housing their piety in the plainest building in town, decided to throw our their feet.
Silver Bottle, Episode 8
I was losing the friends I had, and the girls, especially Jane Lee Veach, were laughing behind my back. They didn’t bother to stop when I turned around.
Silver Bottle, Episode 5
Liquor! The devil’s drink in our house. And worst of all, if Grandma had found Mother’s liquor, she’d found my bottle as well. Her liquor. My Ovaltine! I was undone, but Mother wasn’t.
Silver Bottle, Episode 4
Imagine a hot summer morning. Imagine the motions of a small mountain town.
