Southern Lit

fiction

Afternoon of Ice and Stone

T-Buddy looked out the window above his narrow bed. Rain had turned to ice during the night, and now the limbs of his pecan…

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Tear It Down

“Got a nightclub going in up over that way,” Charlie Boy says, and points past the long gravel driveway. “Up where the Amish drive…

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The Poet at Cherokee Village

Evening was at hand in the old village. Lavender sky gathered indigo edges, Bluing to twilight. Crow circled, Called, kept watch. I watched For…

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She’ll Be Back

She was wearing a dark blue velvet dress, cut low at the neckline, a slit running up the right side of her long skirt….

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I’m Here to Open Up Your World

I’m reading this book on how to get a man to propose that Mama bought me because I’ve been seeing Holt three years come…

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Arkansas Forecast

“If you don’t like the weather here just wait a few minutes. It’ll change.” old meteorological saying Last night the moon was ringed by…

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Down at the Chow Chow

By Mama’s wedding to husband number five, I was finding it hard to muster up even a little enthusiasm. Even so, I showed up…