Part 1 Char Glimmer sits on her porch in a ladder-backed chair, waiting for a familiar face to drive her to the doctor. She is wearing a… Read more “Charlotte Glimmer (a Harshbarger Mills Story)”
This Textured Darkness, #26
He was being branded; the air smelled as it did when they marked the wild horses in the spring.
This Textured Darkness,#25
“My source tells me the bark is odd. Flesh colored with specks of red. The shoots spring up, only to die.”
Anne Estes, 1922 ( A Harshbarger Mills Story)
I don’t know why her father, who is a good man, didn’t walk fifty yards and stop a beating that ended a boy’s life.
This Textured Darkness, # 24
“What if the child is already dead?”
“He is alive. Else why would Jah demand that he be rescued?”
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.
This Textured Darkness, #23
“Here is the message you must take. Read it before it is waxed.”
This Textured Darkness, #22
“You will be fine as long as you remember to stay out of the taverns and pleasure houses.”
This Textured Darkness, #21
Sometimes he’d commanded, sometimes he’d wept. Once, he banged his head against the cave walls.
This Textured Darkness, #20
He knew nothing about her, save that she was young and clothed in what appeared to be an old-fashioned night rail.
