I realized how much my mother and I were alike, wanting things we couldn’t have. Raise your kids. Was that when she started resenting us? Was that when she started looking for ways to leave?
Silver Bottle, Episode 6
I’d found opening between the table top and the phone book on the shelf beneath, and now I could see without moving. Grandmother had those red cheeks.
This Textured Darkness, #94
The game of rulla was so ancient that no one could claim its invention. Even the poorest had a set of rulla dice, carried in a pouch.
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.
This Textured Darkness, #93
Jessum was assigned to the stables, where he cleaned stalls and shoveled muck.
Silver Bottle, Episode 4
Imagine a hot summer morning. Imagine the motions of a small mountain town.
This Textured Darkness, #92
“I was chosen by Euli of Barnes, the blind seer, highly regarded for his wisdom and insight. Perhaps you have heard of him.”
Silver Bottle, a novel. Episode 3
Grandma Lizzie told me she didn’t suspect she was pregnant until she was almost four months gone and the shock spun her catawampus.
This Textured Darkness, #91
“Were you judged by a witch doctor wearing antlers and smeared with dung?” Elymas pulled a handkerchief from his sleeve and coughed.
Silver Bottle con’t.
Silver Bottle, a novel by Joan Spilman
