Chapter 1 |
I was close enough now to the fire that it seemed just around the corner, but it was still out of reach. Although I couldn't quite pinpoint their location, the sirens were getting much louder. I could...
Posted by Juke on Mon, 01 Jan 2007 12:10:00 PST |
Chapter 2 |
Freddy Mills saw seven waterspouts the morning his son was born. He was a fisherman with a sizable reputation along his neck of the gulf coast, a man with sun-darkened skin, a grinning underbite, and...
Posted by Juke on Mon, 01 Jan 2007 12:02:00 PST |
Chapter 3 |
Hearne, Texas, is the first place I remember living. Red lips happen to be the first things I remember seeing. It was raining hard outside, and I was enjoying watching the patterns the rain made in th...
Posted by Juke on Mon, 01 Jan 2007 11:57:00 PST |
Chapter 4 |
For Martha Mills, the worst part of caring for her sick son was not knowing what was wrong with him. They were black country folks, and doctors weren't available. She and Freddy speculated in whispers...
Posted by Juke on Mon, 01 Jan 2007 11:53:00 PST |
Chapter 5 |
The divorce became final in the middle of that summer, and by the start of my eighth grade year Mom was about to be married again. His name was Jerry Duncan. Almost ten years older than Mom, he was a ...
Posted by Juke on Mon, 01 Jan 2007 11:50:00 PST |
Chapter 6 |
A month had passed since the boy fell ill. He was only now managing to venture away from the bed for any length of time. His leg was troublesome. Movement was stiff and limited, but he just needed for...
Posted by Juke on Mon, 01 Jan 2007 11:47:00 PST |
Chapter 7 |
Early in the first semester of the eighth grade, we took one of those standardized tests required by the state. I thought it was easy, and I did well. As soon as the results came in, I was called into...
Posted by Juke on Mon, 01 Jan 2007 11:41:00 PST |
Chapter 8 |
Breakfast was cold when Juke got up, but that didn't take the pleasure out of his mother's biscuits and gravy. He sat on the back steps with his plate and tin cup. A couple of squirrels chased each ot...
Posted by Juke on Mon, 01 Jan 2007 11:39:00 PST |
Chapter 9 |
A bad rain came one June afternoon. Dolores and I were over at Papa's house, so we watched it flood his sprawling yard. The scent of mud and decaying leaves stirred by the water filled the air. The hu...
Posted by Juke on Mon, 01 Jan 2007 11:35:00 PST |
Chapter 10 |
In the dream, Juke was with a young girl and locked in the moment just before their first kiss. They were motionless in thick anticipation and they could hear their heartbeats in their ears. She was t...
Posted by Juke on Mon, 01 Jan 2007 11:30:00 PST |
