Monday, March 30, 2020

CHAPTER 12 Touching Home Plate Winter



… I heard a soft crack, to my horror the earth opened up! It wasn’t just an insignificant hole but a deep hungry abyss, black as night and with no hint of depth or bottom. Terrified I scrambled to slow the descent. My arms stretched almost beyond endurance, clambering for purchase on the rim. My feet dangled in the air seeking a bottom that wasn’t there. As I clawed to the surface, using muscles I didn’t know existed, my mind went into overdrive.  Thoughts of headlines from the local paper passed through my mind, “A skeleton found in the spring, suspected to be that of the ole widow woman, was stripped clean by carnivorous animals and vermin.”

 



Thursday, March 12, 2020

CHAPTER 11 House Work & the Hummingbird

              Excerpt from my new manuscript, Wakes &Trails into the Wilderness
In the quiet, a hummingbird appeared, it hovered at my eye level and hung there, suspended, thrumming its tiny wings. The iridescent feathers on this creature were dazzling in the late afternoon sunshine. He was there so long; I started to think he was going to poke me in the eye. Then, the tiny bird buzzed down to my feet. It seemed captivated by my old purple socks. Spellbound, I stared at him. This wonderful little bird slowly inserted his tiny long beak into the weave of my sock and with his minuet tongue, licked my ankle.