“Religion isn’t like cleaning a chicken,” I told him. ‘You can’t take the messy parts out.”
Category: general fiction
Nonna Gaylene Walks the Floor (A Harshbarger Mills Story) part 3
I piled everything in a skillet and heated it until it was palatable, dumped everything in a big bowl, and marched out to his run.
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“Ranald needs his tonic,” replied Laveth. “He’s gone without for three days and his bones are needled with pain.”
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“The twisted stairs. Spiders are there. I haven’t swept them for two weeks.”
” Twisted stairs?” asked the Queen. “What are you talking about?”
Nonna Gaylene Walks the Floor (a Harshbarger Mills Story)
Part 2 I started feeding Pace during the most beautiful Indian summer I’ve ever seen. Lucky feeds the hounds once a day, but by September, Pace was… Read more “Nonna Gaylene Walks the Floor (a Harshbarger Mills Story)”
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“How can I take another’s child as my own?” ask the Queen.
“How can you not? This child, this Earth Child, must live.”
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“And where is the Shivelite girl?” the old nurse demanded. “To whom is she talking? I trust no one.”
Nonna Gaylene Walks the Floor (A Harshbarger Mills Story.)
I haven’t been feeding Lucky’s hounds. I hate them. I was, and still am, feeding pace, the monster dog Lucky flew in from Texas on a plane.
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They’d dubbed her “The Peasant Queen”.
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Her father had left her in the road, a bundle at her feet.
