I want to take Nonna to Mill’s Bottom, to a low, flat ground where people buy and sell everything, where money changes hands like water and hard cash is plucked down for junk.
Tag: Harshbarger Mills
The Facts of Life (A Harshbarger Mills Story, p.3)
“Get the ants!” he shouted. This was his payback. I was pulling double duty for being late. I’d collected the ants yesterday, too.
The Facts of Life, part 2 (A Harshbarger Mills Story, 1960’s)
Mother shoved aside the Electrolux like a discarded dance partner.
The Facts of Life (A Harshbarger Mills Story,1963)
While my sister was forming in my mother’s belly my cousin, Deborah Anne,was dying in her mother’s arms. The two events were unconnected.
That’s Not Love, part 3 (A Harshbarger Mills Story, 1944)
“Why do you think I brought you here?” he shouted.
“To propose?” Agnes stepped out from behind the bush, fully clothed but mostly unbuttoned.
That’s Not Love (A Harshbarger Mills story, 1944)
Agnes fell into his arms, and he’d taken off her clothes with an adeptness that was surprising for a country boy. Raw, green, fresh off the farm.
Blanche Shaw, at the Edge
Blanche draws me by her very diffidence. She stands apart, looking unhappy and confused.
