She watches you. The blue of her eyes is no longer guileless; there are barriers inside this woman as high as mountains and, like the ocean, deeper than you think. Breathe easy. One hint of judgement and you’ve lost her.
Tag: Silver Bottle
Silver Bottle, Episode 22
I can’t bury my mother, so I’ll leave that silver bottle right where it is.
Silver Bottle, Episode 21
“Do you want a divorce?”
“No, I want to move.”
Silver Bottle, Episode 20
I remember sitting in the judge’s chambers, swinging my feet from an oversized leather chair and wishing I could find a way home again.
Silver Bottle, Episode 18
I lost the friends I had. I got nudged out of line by Jane Lee Veach, tried once more and got kicked by Vera, and never tried again.
Silver Bottle, Episode 17
“All those bottles,” Grandma looked out the window. “Why doesn’t she wait until dark and bury them in the back yard?”
Silver Bottle, Episode 16
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.
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 14
Every night we had to be at that dammed revival. Or at least I did. The boys were worn out with church, and Mrs. Sanders offered to step over and watch them at our house. She said she knew she was saved and reviving was too hard on her heart.
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.
