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“…the eternal rocks beneath…” Ch. 1
June 1976: McMinn County, outside of Athens, Tennessee
The faint sweetness of the coneflower bouquet could not cover the pungent smell of channel catfish that hung from the line that the child carried slung over her shoulder. She walked down the middle of the dirt road with her bare feet kicking up dust, the legs of her britches rolled up to her knees, both of which were skinned and pink where she had slid on the rocky bank of Oostanaula Creek. But skinned knees were a small price to pay for the plump fish she had managed to catch that morning. They were her currency; with them she could ask without embarrassment to borrow another book from the personal collection of Miss Miriam Porter, the kindly town librarian.
Coming up the road to Miss Miriam’s redbrick house, the young child spied someone sitting on the front porch swing. It wasn’t her beloved librarian; it was a young girl, a very pretty young girl with two dark brown pigtails framing a very pretty face. She wore a pink dress the same color as the coneflower bouquet, ruffled white ankle socks and brown mary-jane’s.
“Hey ya,” the child hailed the other girl.
Two dark eyes looked up over a book and studied the mess standing there in the road. “Hello.” She went back to her book.
The child sniffed and wiped her nose across her arm. “You kin of Miss Miriam’s?”
“I am.” But the pretty girl didn’t bother to make eye contact and continued to read.
“I’m her neighbor. Live ‘cross that way.” The child pointed with her hand that held the coneflower bouquet. “You can see my tree house from her back lawn. That’s mine. I built it. Well me and my daddy did anyway.”
The pretty girl sighed a little, closed her book and set it in her lap and looked again at the dirty child in front of her. She saw the child was wearing overalls with no shirt underneath. The dirty blonde hair was cut short and the head was top heavy with thick bangs, which hung down into hazel eyes. The face was sunburnt, splashed with freckles across the nose and cheeks.
“May I help you with something, little boy?” the pretty one asked speaking in her characteristic way of sensing her own superiority.
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tibettenation1 says
Ok i get this feeling that Bette gonna climb through that tree house one night, aww poor Tina noone should have to life that kind of life…let the fun begin im totally interested in this story, i got to catch up
mscully says
BENMAC my greetings, I come to express how much I admire your fanfic masterpiece: “… the eternal rocks beneath”, which in my opinion should be played on a book.Eu was then a silent reader, but each chapter, there was an explosion inside me, and finally let the silence. I’m reading this story again and I have kept on file in my notbook. I remember in the last chapter I could not read right because tears left me, when Bette and Tina went hand in hand with old age … the love that prevails in the end … This story has changed with my emotions and my point see the entire history degree have to mess with this our side, cry and laugh at the same crow tempo.Me before his undeniable talent great writer you are my applause.
All stars for you.