Tears in the Grass

Released, March 19, 2016

tears in the grassNovel Excerpt: Wrinkled moccasins scraping over a painted plywood floor that rarely felt the scratch of a broom Elinor shuffled to the kitchen and banged the kettle on to the stove. A shiver, unfettered by flannel pyjamas and thick sweater, sped the length of her thin body. She loved autumn.  For the abundance of the harvest, and the raft of colours and tones that the earth’s plants brought forth. And she hated autumn. Autumn ushered in the cold and for that autumn could not be forgiven.

She dropped two tea bags into the brown crockery teapot and headed for her rocker.

The elderly chair was the only piece of furniture her mother had owned. Her mother had found the chair on the prairie, sprawled on its side, dusted in prairie silt and strewn with a spider’s webbing.  The spider, its abdomen bulging with white egg sac, was larger than any her mother had seen.

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