I can’t hear you, she said and she took a step closer and felt for the first time in Papa’s presence that she need not rush. That this was her time and she could take it. And that is when her body began to shake and when the roads leading out to Klimmitt and snaking past Wichita Falls began to crack with the quaking of her soul whose tectonic plates thrust out of their impasse at last and the way was swift and it was quiet and it was irrevocable. She doubted his body could do it for a moment but needn’t have—that crude part of him so hard she swore it would break off inside her and thought that would serve him right for all the times it broke her insides such that they could never heal and when she was finished with him he whispered Mama’s name: Patricia.
Intense, traumatic, dark effective prose.
The sentences of overindulgence as a means of coping stick with the Reader, as well.
Powerful, disturbing, the unimaginable. Really excellent writing, which makes it all the more difficult to absorb.
Intense, traumatic, dark effective prose.
The sentences of overindulgence as a means of coping stick with the Reader, as well.