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Briefs Steal Yer Heart Rar5/7/2021
Which is, Im sure, exactly why I called my invisible friend Camelia.But every time I practiced the speech I crawled further inside what was left of my wilted, frayed cocoon and tried to block out the light.
April MacMillan is drunk, standing on the roof of Three River Terrace seven stories up, ready to jump to her death, when she remembers Camelia. Will the truth about Camelia save her Or will it lead her back to the roof Contemporary Womens Literary Fiction All categories Publisher: Wayward Cat Publishing Released: Nov 17, 2013 ISBN: 9781938999116 Format: Book About the author DD Dianna Dann Related authors Skip carousel Carousel Previous Carousel Next Julia Quinn EG Edith Grossman Lisa Jewell SP Sharon Phennah CS Cynthia DAprix Sweeney ST Sally Thorne SA Stephan Abarbanell Tessa Dare TH Talia Hibbert EW Elizabeth Wetmore Related categories Skip carousel Carousel Previous Carousel Next Siblings Friendship Psychological Cultural Heritage Feminist All categories Book Preview Camelia - Dianna Dann List While inspired by, and built upon, an historical event, CAMELIA is a work of fiction. For Camelia madness dances in the light solace sleeps in shadow 1. I was drunk, standing on the roof of Three River Terrace ready to jump to my death. You think, maybe Ill drive off the road into that telephone pole, or maybe Ill play with this gun, or maybe Ill take my clothes off and go stand on the roof of Three River Terrace and think about life, and eternity, and non-existence. Philosophical stuff, you know And there was something about sex. I knew it was absurd, standing there, looking down at the parking lotshould I land on the concrete planter and the ferns, or on that Jaguar illegally parkedto jump to ones death over something as ridiculous as sex. Your mind keeps going before you jump off a buildingmaybe busier than usual. I thought of Camelia, for some odd reasonhadnt thought of her since I was, maybe, twelve or thirteen. Bacon. Bacon came to mind. I like to think thats because its one of lifes true pleasures and Id miss it once I was toastah, I made a breakfast punbut it was probably because of the aroma wafting up from the restaurant across the street; The Wizard of Oz; rotting seaweed, because you cant escape that smell anywhere near the lagoon; that Id never have childrenand I couldnt decide if that was a good or a bad thing, but no, it was good; and the fact that I hate my name. Summer of 69. I can safely say that the days of summer 1969 were not, by any stretch of the imagination, the best days of my life. I have always, from the moment that little snot girl at the beauty salon when I was, maybe, four, told me mine was an ugly name, hated it. What nerve. The little shit was playing with my ponies on the floor and asked me what my name was. Is not. Is so. And then the brat got up, took the palomino with her, and stomped over to the row of women sitting under hair dryers and shouted, Mommy, isnt Eunice an ugly name Her mother nodded and mumbled something like, Yes, yes it is, never taking her eyes off her Life magazine. That was when I knew. First. Never let pretty girls play with your ponies. And second. Eunice is not the name of a pretty girl. Before then, I suppose I was too young and stupid to realize it was awful. I probably would have jumped off the building in honor of them, had I my wits about me at the time. Instead, I thought it was because of sex.or something equally stupid. Anyway, since that putrid little girl stole my pony, Ive wanted to be Aurora or Delphiniasomeone special. When I was fifteen, I told my mother that one day I would write a book and make her a murderer. She told me I couldnt keep my underwear off the floor of my bedroom, how was I going to write a book But I meant it. My mothers name would be Ethyl Bart, rhymes with fart, and she would kill her daughter, the precocious Rose, and her little dog, too, and chop up their bodies and bury them in a hole in her back yard. And it didnt occur to me that maybe letting the vile mother murder her adorable daughter wouldnt make for good reading. But what do I know from writing books And then theres the fact that women named Ethyl would be unlikely to have enough self-esteem to name their daughters Rose and Aurora and Camelia.
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