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Fat and Sassy: The Holler

Tuesday TalesIt’s Tuesday Tales! This week we’re writing to a picture prompt.

This week I’m writing a snippet from a new WIP, FAT & SASSY. This will be my NANO project, so the next few weeks will center on this story.

Fat and Sassy: Bea was the daughter of a ‘shiner in Arkansas. Casey was the charming young man from Missouri who ran the shine up to Missouri – or Misery as many called it. Several children and years later, life did not hold the same promise. Money was next to non-existent. But four young children, with another almost due, liked to eat. And needed clothes. After a trip to California looking for work, the family finds themselves back in Arkansas, staying with Papa, while Casey looks for another job.

 

THE HOLLER

TT_fall sceneBea dropped the water pails on the ground with a clang. “Casey Jones, get that thought out of your mind right now!”

Casey jumped, his reverie interrupted. His look was pensive. He stood staring at the hollow at the rear of the property. He was not admiring the fall effects of the foliage beginning its ascent, turning from green to yellow, on the path to eventual reds and oranges. “I was just thinkin’.”

His wife knew better. “You’re not going back to runnin’ shine again. You stay out a’ that holler.”

“We need the money.”

“We don’t need the money that bad. Daddy may still be cookin’ his mash. I don’t have any say over that old man. I do have a say over what you do. You’re a father now. You’ll find work. It will be honest, respectable work. Now, git these pails down to the spring and bring us back some water if you want some supper.”

Casey bent to pick up the buckets and headed down the path.

Bea added to his back, “Stay away from that still on the way!”

His head lowered, Casey ambled away, his frail frame looking defeated. There wasn’t the spring in his step that he had when he met Bea on this land four and a half children ago. Lost jobs, moves across the country looking for work, and more mouths to feed kept him discouraged and weary. Bea didn’t notice that the spring was missing from his steps. She had her own demons to fight. Usually it was she on her way to the spring. In between she kept up the laundry, did the cooking, and watched the children. The Depression was officially over. The reality was that most of the country still suffered.

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Comments on: "Fat and Sassy: The Holler" (20)

  1. This has all the makings of a country ballad. Loved it.

  2. Beautiful is all I can say. Beautiful post!

  3. Jean Joachim said:

    Love the way you painted the picture of hopelessness on his part mixed with a smidgeon of hope on hers. The Depression was a terrible time and you’ve painted an emotional picture of it in so few words. Bravo.

    • Thank you Jean. I like the photo prompts where we’re forced to stay under 300 words. Thank goodness for the delete button/backspace key.
      And I’m glad that I didn’t have to live through that time. As difficult as our recessions can be, they don’t come close to the devastation of the Depression.

  4. You can really feel the Great Depression in this story.

  5. Wow, you really captured the emotions and depression of the downtrodden and beat down folks after the depression. Well done.

  6. A very powerful piece this week. I want to know what happens next.

    • Thanks Sherry. You’ll definitely get more on this story over the next few weeks.
      Trying to figure out how to work in ‘railings’ for next week.

  7. […] Fat and Sassy: The Holler. […]

  8. Very powerful piece … and beautiful too .. and so much truth in the story too. You’re very talent. Very touching story. Excellent job.

  9. Reminds me of a historical Breaking Bad starting up. 🙂

    • Thanks Davee! I have to plead ignorance, I haven’t heard of Breaking Bad until right now when I did a search for it I’ll have to check out some of the episodes. (And might bring in a little more of the moonshine lol)

  10. I bet he won’t stay to far from that still.

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