Greenwood Cove (Sunshine Walkingstick Book 1) by Celia Roman

Author:Celia Roman [Roman, Celia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bone Diggers Press
Published: 2017-02-03T00:00:00+00:00

Hard bangs on my front door woke me early the next morning, snapping me out of a deep, dreamless sleep. I stumbled outta bed cursing ever single morning person I knowed. The list was a long’un, so it took me plum from the time I yanked on pants to the time I answered the door to spread the meanness around.

I jerked open the door, ready to cuss and spit, and stopped with my mouth wide open. Old Mother stood on my porch, her black as night eyes fixed on something only she could see. Thing is, I knowed a lotta crazy people with wild eyes and a heart to match. Fame was one of ‘em, my mama another, which made an odd sorta sense, seeing as how they was brother and sister.

There was one guy, though, this Army veteran what’d gone to school with me way back when. He come back from Iraq all wrong, twisted by too much blood and too many innocent folks ruined under the hammer of war. His eyes had changed, becoming a mite too much like Old Mother’s, strange and cloudy. I always got the sense he was looking into death itself. Not long after, his wife found him hanging from a tree in their front yard, his sightless eyes still as crazy as they was before. God rest his soul, there was only so much a body could take before the mind snapped.

Old Mother, though, she was an odd’un. She turned up in the next holler over about the time my mama sliced up my daddy, and been there ever since. Nobody knowed where she come from, but we all knowed what she was. We didn’t call her Old Mother for nothing, and sure as tootin’ not ‘cause of her age. Way I figured, she weren’t much older’n me. It was her visions what earned her the name, them and the hoodoo she practiced for anybody what coughed up enough coin or goods in trade.

I stepped back and opened the door wide. “Come on in, Old Mother.”

“Sunshine.” She stepped over the stoop like it was a foot taller’n it was, her calloused, bare feet graceful as a ballerina’s. “You dreamed of me.”

“Respectfully, I didn’t dream about nothing last night.” I shut the door and slumped into the chair behind my desk. This was getting to be a habit, and it weren’t one I enjoyed particularly well. “You want something to drink or something? I could make some coffee.”

“You dreamed of the water, and the water is more important.” She held up an ebony-skinned finger, her smooth face expressionless. “The water comes for you, Sunshine. It wouldn’t do to give in to it.”

A chill shivered down my spine. I curled my arms around my scrawny chest and hunched into myself. “I ain’t got no intention of going near the water, Old Mother.”

“Has the water not called you? Have you not been selected by him?”

I frowned. “I got a potential job out on Lake Burton. Ain’t decided what to do about it yet, though.

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