“Brother Love – a Crossroad” is a mysterious “Twilight Zone-ish” short novella. It was inspired by the combination of Neil Diamond’s song and the blues legends of Robert Johnson and the Devil at the Crossroads. As in the real world, things in this tale are not what they seem. The setting is rural Mississippi in the 1950s. A group of outcasts are in a small southern town. They don’t realize they are looking for something. Will they find it?
I am a big fan of Teagan Geneviene’s books as I find her stories to be highly entertaining and imaginative and, despite containing elements of the mystical and supernatural, to be believable and seem quite possible. I also find the author’s characters to be interesting and colourful and I enjoy the way she uses their actions, emotions and dialogues to weave her stories in a natural…
The beach parking lot was jammed with cars. Outside their blue rental, Samantha stretched her stiff limbs while Jeff rummaged in the back seat for snacks and towels. A tow truck clanked its chains and ground its gears in the midst of hauling away one of several abandoned vehicles, the windshields dusted with a week’s worth of windblown sand.
According to the glossy pamphlet, the rocky headlands and clustered islands sheltered turquoise waves, and the soft sand welcomed blankets and picnics. All inviting. But after days of battling crowds of tourists, the feature that most appealed to Sam was the promised solitude. Unfortunately, Tranquil Cove didn’t look like it would live up to its reputation.
She sighed and read the sign pounded into the sand at the lot’s edge. Someone had hand-scrawled a sloppy “g” on the otherwise formal warning. “Beware of the grocks. No…
Trina pulled a bench out of her bag and sat by the duck pond in Central Park.
She rested her chin on her hands and watched a little yellow duckling scurry
after its mother.
I want a new dolly, thought Trina, but I want one like me.
“What does that look like?” asked Trina’s doll, Madison.
Trina pulled Madison out of her bag.
“She’s just like me, but taller, and with breasts, because she’s a grown up.”
“Why is she a grown up?”
So she can do grownup things.”
Trina gazed at the duck pond and thought.
Madison giggled, “Tits don’t make a gown-up!”
Trina was shocked.
Madison snickered and grinned.
Anjana the elephant slowly lumbered out of the pond.
He lifted his mighty trunk and gently plucked the little yellow duckling from his back and released it find its Mother.
‘My friends,” he bowed.
Madison swiveled her head and frowned at Anjana: “Trina thinks she’s all grown up if she has…”
Trina grabbed the doll and stuffed it into her bag. “Breasts,” she said sweetly.
Arjuna nodded thoughtfully and flapped his ears. “I’m no hominid, but I think it takes more than breasts to be a grown-up human. Why do you want to be a grown up when you’re such a perfect little girl?”
Trina pulled out her tea set and a freshly baked plate of scones; she poured out tea and replied. “I want my new dolly to be a grown-up.”
“Because my world needs grown-ups.”
“We elephants are very grown up.”
“Really?” said Trina. “What kind of grown up things do you do?”