I’d been poor as shit for my entire life. I’d learned to roll with it most days. Other times, like this morning, it punched me in the teeth.
In Harmony- Emma Scott
I’ve never been hit in the face. My mother didn’t bother disciplining me. Though I saw men hit her and my aunt from time to time, no man has ever hit me, so I didn’t know. I couldn’t have known that the first hit, that baptism into violence, doesn’t just sting the flesh. It startles the soul.
Long Shot- Kennedy Ryan
His children were left behind, like a sock in a drawer that was almost empty, and that was a million times worse than if there was nothing left at all.
Bring Down the Stars- Emma Scott
I’m just a girl, standing in front of a salad, asking it to be a doughnut.
Lost and Found Sisters- Jill Shalvis
Ragged police tape swung from the columns. The double-wide front door had been blown open, like the house had died mid-scream. Like it is still screaming.
Every Deep Desire- Sharon Wray
You really feel for the horse. Nice picture.
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And the man walking along behind trying to keep from having the tree roll on him!
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Wow. Did he use a horse in the ’60s?
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Yes. Long, hard days for man and animal.
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Amazing.
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What an unexpected photo, Jacquie. Now I want to know the story behind it. Maybe something for your next book. 🙂 Hugs.
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My dad was a logger, Teagan. This is how they got the trees out of the forest back then 🙂
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That is a wonderful picture. What a horse!
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It was a different time- logging 101, lol
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What a wonderful picture, Jacquie.
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Thank you ❤
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Fabulous pic!
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Thank you! My dad worked hard all his life, but I think he enjoyed the bush the most ❤
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