To be continued . . .
- "bits and snatches from the past hours cluttered Maelle's mind in a confusing mosaic"
- " cry the hurt away"
- "Maelle awakened Christmas morning with a dream hovering on the fringes of her mind."
- "Traveling alone often brought waves of melancholy, but on this particular morning she felt far from dismal. Who could be gloomy on such a glorious day? Overhead, fluffy clouds floated lazily in a brilliant blue sky. The early spring rain had ignited an abundance of fresh scents as well as brought a touch of green to the landscape. If she squinted she could make out tiny buds on the tips of bare trees. It wouldn't be long before wild flowers would be making an appearance."
- "How many photographs had she taken of children hiding their sad, hopeless situation behind a forced smile?"
- "Suddenly, from the bushes along the riverbank, a bird burst into song. Maelle's heart gave a leap at the happy notes of praise. She pushed the negative images away. She didn't want to dwell on anything gloomy today. Not on this gorgeous spring day with the beautiful Mississippi guiding her through the state that represented homecoming. Today she would smile and sing and laugh."
- "Parents, this is what you have to ask yourself. Have you taught your children to respect you? Do they understand being part of a family means contributing to the family, and that means chores? If so, no child is going to point to a law written up by politicians and use it as a weapon against his parents."
- "true-children all over the country are working in jobs that should be held by grown-ups. I know. I've seen it."
- "witnessed-small children standing long hours on a cold, damp floor shelling oysters for pennies a bucket, twelve-year-old boys with permanent humps in their backs from leaning over breaker boxes to pick out the lumps of slate that trundled down the chutes with the coal, little girls with missing fingers because their tiny hands got caught in the workings of a mill treadle....
"And then, of course, there are those newsboys who offer their papers on the street corners every day, who go home to a box or an alley corner with no supper in their bellies, to wake before dawn the next morning and begin it all again." Maelle held her audience spellbound. Finally she released a sigh, raising her shoulders in a gesture of futility. "They need your help."
- "Lying awake gave her too much time to think. And thinking always led to sadness. Which led to anger."
- "Rolling onto her side, she curled her body into a ball and pinched her eyes closed. The nighttime noises continued, and she pressed the now-familiar sounds to the back of her mind, allowing them to become a dissonant lullaby. Slowly drowsiness took hold, easing her closer to dreamland. But hovering on the fringes of consciousness were the names"
- "She drew her finger through the cool water in the bowl, creating swirls in the soap residue. Her imagination took flight, and she envisioned clouds, then creamed coffee, and a man's curling white beard."
- "Closing her eyes, she relished the feel of her fingers in her hair. The auburn locks hadn't felt a scissors' blades in more than a dozen years. If she had her way, they never would."
- "Buttery sunlight and a sweet-scented breeze poured through the narrow gap."
- "A flutter of nervousness diminished the feeling of relief. His gaze was a bit too attentive for comfort."
- "Hope ... A beautiful word."
- "cool breeze that smelled of rain curled around the building, filling Matt's nostrils. The clean, fresh scent seemed to awaken something inside of him."
Friday, February 3, 2012
"My Heart Remembers" by Kim Vogel Sawyer
Kindle edition here.