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matriarch
The old lady drug a fat sausage hand across her forehead, sunk deep into her comfy chair and sighed.
“Lawd knows Carl Dean. Lawd knows they prob’ly can’t help it. What with being born the way they was.”
She closed her eyes when she said it. Kept them closed just long enough to make everyone in the room wonder if she was ever going to open them again.
“Younguns born into sin like that…is naturally disposed to vile ways.”
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You certainly have a way of digging that hook into my Reader’s Brain in the fewest number of words I’ve ever seen. Remarkable.
Great description… “fat sausage hand”
First thought: “WHAT?” Reread, and second thought was “Stunning!” Next reread produced: Other words have been woven above and below and between these few sentences. I want to read the other words. I’ve got my own version on lay-away inside my head. Give me yours.
Sounds as if you’ve met a few of my relatives….
I love it! More!