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.
Tag: domestic fiction
Silver Bottle, Episode 11
“It’s not nice to stare. Now, you mind what I said.”
Silver Bottle con’t.
Silver Bottle, a novel by Joan Spilman
Silver Bottle, A Novel
“Religion isn’t like cleaning a chicken,” I told him. ‘You can’t take the messy parts out.”
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The woman in my mind just now? That was my mother. Resurrection driven, gliding in and out as easily as a paschal moon, hungry for a feast.
