Last week was Pride, this week was recovery and working on my primary WIP, Striking Balance, which I will be introducing in this weekly blog hop soon enough.
Welcome to my 112th #Rainbowsnippets.*This one, as always, is uniquely mine, but there are lots of other great snippets to read so after you finish here click the FB link at the bottom of the post to discover other great LGBTQIA authors and their works.
Are my stories in Haints and Hollers queer? Well, they’re recounts of my own experiences and I’m queer so… yep. They most certainly are but you have to look closely to see it.
Blurb: Thirteen tales plus one, an uprooting of tradition with another just for fun. A strong mix of history, speculation, and, perhaps, a wee bit of fear. The haints in these hills are listenin’, child, so come sit a spell. You’ll hear tales you ain’t before; dark yahoos, wishes gone wrong, veil walkers, and someone’s head might well roll. Ain’t nothin’ really, just a few new stories you can take back to the holler and share with you and yours. Maybe they’ll shiver. Maybe you will too. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll hug someone tight when things get scary enough.
This is an anthology of nontraditional Appalachian ghost tales. It’s not that we don’t like the classics. Rather, we’re ready for something new.
Today, I’m sharing a second tidbit from “A Visit from a Peculiar Entity.” This is a short story, so this will be the last section I share.
The first line, in orange, comes from last week’s snippet.
Stay out of my way. I’m tired. I’ve had a thirteen-hour day. I… What the hell is that?
I slow to a near stop on the otherwise deserted two-lane road and squint. I know I’m exhausted. I know it’s late. I probably need my eyes examined, but… I roll the minivan to a complete stop and raise my glasses to scrub my eyes with the back of my hand, but I still see… whatever it is.
To this day the best description I have for what I saw is an Ent. You remember Ents, don’t you? If you’ve read Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings fantasy series or watched the movies, then you know what an Ent is. They’re a tree-like race of creatures, long barked bodies, leaf-covered limbs, and faces embedded on their trunks. In Tolkien’s Middle Earth, the ancient Ents will talk to you and even fight, but they’d rather be left alone.
But to the best of my memory, Tolkien’s Ents never glowed like a neon sign.
Remember – this is real stuff, people. I actually saw this. Think what you will. I know the truth.
Next week, I’ll be moving to my second story in Haints and Hollers, “The Neighbors are Fantastic.”
*RainbowSnippets is a safe and welcoming space for LGBTQIA+ authors, readers, and bloggers to share 6 sentences each week from a work of fiction—published or in-progress—or a book recommendation. Feel free to join in.