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.
Okay, it’s not really Opal. It’s me talking about Opal and what you’ll find inside the book. She’s too shy to do this. Check this out, and — if you haven’t ordered a book yet (amazon.com) — you’ll probably want to do so.