Opal, by Diane Thomas-Plunk, is a collection of related short stories set in 1950s rural Mississippi. Opal is a middle-aged, reclusive spinster who doesn’t seek out the world at large, but gathers up her courage when she must.
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My short story, Decisions, is included in the anthology of Southern writers titled ‘What Would Elvis Think?’ Here is my author interview related to promotion for that book.
What Would Elvis Think?
Who is your favorite author and why?
I don’t have a single favorite author. I like short story writers Ellen Gilchrist and Alice Munro. Of course, Truman Capote and Harper Lee. I also enjoy John Grisham and Dean Koontz. I love variety.
Why do you write?
I write because I must. I always have — since my first short story in third grade – Tanya & Lanya, the jungle girls. Really. I’ve written in a multitude of forms throughout my life. It’s who I am.
What is the story behind your story in the book?
I wanted to write something current, and I was horrified by Afghan trainees turning their weapons on their American military instructors. Terrible for a young pregnant wife turned widow to endure. But what if another crisis is layered on top of that? That’s when you have Decisions.
It was a thought that resembled an action.
A whisper that seemed like spoken word.
A reaction that imitated emotion.
A habit that looked like a bond.
It was a charade that vaguely resembled my life.
The sequel to Opal is nearly complete and will be out in the spring. The title of the new book is Warren County Days – Short Stories of Opal Pratt. You’ll run into characters you previously and meet some new ones. Look for more information here.
There she is again,
As always when I least expect her.
In the storefront window
As I look at my reflection.
In the mirror when I check my hair
And sometimes she looks back
And I see she’s getting gray.
She looks at me through a misty windowpane
And holds my gaze.
When did I become her?
When did the child become mine?
Where did I go when I became my mother?
Check out a replay of Cassie’s Chair. You just might like it.
Here’s a short, short story (not an Opal) that was first published in the Dead Mule School of Southern Literature. Try it out.