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The Inheritance #6 – Artistic Trash

Posted on May 14, 2011 1:23 am under Novel
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The car began its slow ascent to the house at the top of the hill. Like many of the homes on Beach Road, the drive was walled by trees. Unlike the others, the Conley’s had a large number of sculptures interspersed with the trees at the drive’s edge.

Her grandmother’s artistic talents had not been limited to pottery and birdhouses. Emma had been a gifted painter, although her interest had waned quickly. Several paintings had been sold through Matt’s gallery and brought a respectable price, but despite his urgings, she produced no more. Instead, she began to collect trash and fashion it into sculptures. Kelly wasn’t fond of this type of sculpture, but could appreciate the artists’ talent. Emma’s works were devoid of that talent. Her grandmother had never owned a computer, but had salvaged old cases to build one piece. An arm had been fashioned from a rusted rake, which impaled a mounted trout on one point.

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The Inheritance #1 – The Burial

Posted on April 2, 2011 2:16 pm under Novel
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“That hypocritical  bi …”

Kathleen had probably elbowed him, although he was only voicing the sentiments of all her siblings.  Though Jerry had spoken softly, his voice was loud enough to be heard clearly around the hushed gravesite.  There were a couple of soft gasps amongst the townsfolk, but curiosity prevailed.  Kelly kept her head bent, grateful for her black veil,  and remained at the grave for another minute before walking with calm dignity towards the limo.  Keep it together for two more hours.  Attend the luncheon in the church hall and be gracious.  Hold your head up and don’t let them get to you.    Head down would have been better, she thought a moment later, as her heel slipped into a small hole and she sailed towards a tombstone.

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More Than A Glimmer – Shakes

Posted on March 4, 2011 4:28 pm under Novel
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Last November, I joined NaNoWriMo and wrote the first draft of Essentials.  I’m currently working on the second draft.   Homelessness is a major topic in this novel.  The following excerpt is part of a chapter describing residents of an abandoned subway tunnel.

      The lanky black man filled a plate and walked towards the far end of the tunnel,  easily avoiding the holes and cracks that peppered its floor.  He bent and offered the plate to a man crouched in the shadows.

     “Carver takes care of everyone.”   

     “Is that his real name?”

     “I don’t think so.  Folks down here want to forget the past.  They start a new life and choose a new name.  Sometimes others choose it for them.

     “Why Carver?”

     “Did you see that sheath on his left hip?   Makes me doubt that he was named for George Washington Carver.”  Barb patted her arm. “Don’t fret.  He’s a very gentle person, although  he wouldn’t hesitate to protect this family.”   She nodded towards the squatting figure.  “Shakes is pretty shy with new folk.  That’s you.  So Carver is bringing dinner to him.  Shakes would sooner starve than come any closer.”

     “Shakes.  Let me guess.  He has an affinity for milkshakes?”

     “Get closer and you wouldn’t have to ask.   He showed up one day, shaking and twitching.  We thought it was withdrawal.  He wouldn’t have been our first resident with an affinity for drugs.  Six months later, he’s still shaking.  The man fidgets constantly; fingers wiggling, feet tapping, eyes twitching.  Always looking over his shoulder.   Carver thinks he escaped from prison.  There was a break at the Jerome Facility a few days before he arrived.”

     “An escaped convict?  Oh my god.”

     “Shakes is harmless.   If he caused trouble, Carver would chase him out in a heartbeat.  But he doesn’t bother anyone.  Seems scared of his own shadow.”

     Maybe, but she could feel the hair rising on the back of her neck.

     “Aunt May is a different story.”  Barb indicated a tiny Asian woman huddled beside a camouflage tent. “Keep your distance.”

     “She looks pretty harmless.”

     Barb bent close and whispered in her ear.  “Just don’t mention roses.  This young graffiti artist was painting a flower garden on the east wall.  He added new flowers every day.  Sunflowers,  violets, petunias, geraniums.  They stretched for almost a quarter mile.  His work belonged in a museum, but he chose to paint for us.    We loved to sit and watch.  Aunt May goes down one afternoon to see what’s new.    She takes one look, screams ‘ROSES’ and grabs this big old iron pipe.  Clouts his head and knocks him down.  Then she jumps him and tries to impale him with it.  Took four of the men to restrain her.  Carver got him to the hospital.  She’d cracked a couple of his ribs and fractured his skull.  He never came back to finish the garden.”

     Shakes was looking better by the minute.

Grandma

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Essentials Glimpse #2

Posted on November 13, 2010 4:39 am under NaNoWriMo, Novel
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In the early days of their marriage, Elaine’s husband shows her a home he would like to buy.

The kitchen was beyond appalling.  The original linoleum still graced the floor, dull and peeling. Outdated appliances had aged to a grayish yellow. The countertops had lost their finish and dampness had eroded them into crumbling pasty slabs. Sagging cupboard doors provided the only color,  painted by some demented artist in alternating patches of neon pink and green.

“Did you see the hardwood floors and the fireplace, Elaine?  Look at the space in this kitchen.”

No amount of space could convince her to live in this dump.

Talk about a difference in perspectives!

NaNoWriMo  30, 231 words and still writing

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Essentials Glimpse #1

Posted on November 6, 2010 3:00 am under Novel
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Only a few pinholes of light relieved the blackness of the woodshed. It wasn’t very big and his hiding spot was even smaller. An ant crawled up his arm and he shivered as he flicked it off. He hated bugs and the shed had plenty of them. At least it wasn’t a spider. Those were so creepy and three had landed on him the last time he’d hidden here. Still it was a good spot. Pa had looked for him here more than once. Opening the door and bellowing his name. He stayed quiet, just like Mama said. He tensed as the door creaked open. He heard the labored breathing as Pa stood for a minute, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. But all that was visible was the poorly stacked wood and a few tools hanging on the wall.

“Damned woman can’t even stack wood right.”

He slammed the battered door and the shed shook. Small pieces of dirt and chips rained onto his head, but James remained crouched in the small space behind the stack. Mama had made the hiding spot just for him and showed him how to add a few pieces to fill the small opening. He was safe there.

NaNoWriMo   12,139 words and still writing.

Grandma