Glorious (excerpt Chapter 6)

I feel soooo good! The weather has a lot to do with it. But I can't dismiss the fact that I've been juicing the past two days (spinach, apples, watercress, ginger, pineapple and parsley) and power walking my ba-dump-a-dump, off with Fabulous blaring from my ipod (gripping on a toy you won't find and Kay-Bee's) the wink of approval along with the "Hey girl lemme holla at you for a minute" from a cutie that was clearly young enough to be my son from a teenage pregnancy - Hey girl? -- humph! How dare you.. I ain't no girl....! (smiling and preening like a 16 year sold.) ROFLMAO - all of this has my Geiger counter off the charts

So I feel good and when I feel good I like to share...so here it is, a final excerpt from my still looking for home novel: Glorious.

If you've missed the other installments you can read them here, here and here.

Happy Friday Ya'll!


"They carried on like that through fall, first frost and straight into the madness of March. The lie she told when he stole from her room that first magical night, had to do with books and study. The old white woman scrunched her face up and Easter did not miss the doubt glowing in her blanch cheeks, so she kept her distance from him for a week and waited for the talk, but none came her way and people did not turn to salt when their eyes fell upon her.

They met in out of the way places. When the weather permitted, a favorite spot was along the riverbank beneath a cluster of tree roots that formed a cave. There she fed him scuppernongs and licked the sweet juice from his lips while they made love. There was a barn long abandoned by its owner where the sky seeped in between the rotting wooden rafters. Winter was tough, she borrowed the truck from one of the old men, drove two towns away and parked it off of a rarely traveled road. There she indulged herself while the engine grumbled away beneath the battered red hood of the cab and the steering wheel pressed half-moons into the small of her back. By April though - he had milk in his eyes.

Savannah.

Named after the place of her birth, she was beyond high yellow and closer to alabaster in color, with a thick tail of black hair that dangled down her back. Easter imagined its weightiness and visualized how she would coil the braid around Savannah’s pretty little neck and choke the light out of her eyes."

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