Written by Celia Miles – Holly twisted the thread connecting the purple button on her blazer cuff and kept twisting it, concentrating on its double thickness, determined to conquer, to separate the button from its allotted space. She knew that the woman sitting opposite had been watching for some time, maybeContinue Reading
Written by Celia Miles – The voice tried to convince him, the voice in his head: Look what I’ve done. I live dangerously. I’m fascinating. I’m brave. Some vacation this was turning into. He’d looked forward to it–lolling in the Caribbean sun, drinking pastel-colored drinks, reading wicked paperbacks with alluringContinue Reading
Written by Celia Miles – (Mature theme) – He pressed the ring into her hand. “A blue topaz,” he said. “Because I want the blue to always remind you of my eyes.” You son of a bitch, she thought. “Thank you, darling,” she said. So began the seventeenth year of theirContinue Reading
Written by Celia Miles – (Mature theme) – “The sound of frying meat and the truth–them’s two things you never heard in that holler.” Her cousin Gordie’s comment took her back. God, how it took her back. In Spokes Funeral Home viewing room, semi-strangers drifted by, murmured to her, “GoodContinue Reading
