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.
Category: domestic fiction
Silver Bottle, Episode 15
Reverend Fisher had a silver bottle, which he drew from his pocket.He handed it to my mother; she put it to her lips, drank, and then handed it to him.
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 4
Imagine a hot summer morning. Imagine the motions of a small mountain town.
Ray Welk, 1911-1962 (A Harshbarger Mills Story)
For years and years, Iris was the wife of the town’s only mortician. She’s popped in, treating me like a source of income, unannounced and unafraid.
