The only comfort to be had was an unseen ghostly hand trailing along her arm, touching her hair. She saw nothing and felt nothing but suddenly and inexplicably at peace.
Chapter Seven
Carridelle – Chapter Six
It never occurred to Carrie to wonder why so many things had been left untouched by time; why there were so many things that had survived over one-hundred and fifty years; why some things should have been packed away and yet were left out, and alone. It never occurred to her that things in this part of the house were not dusty and yet had been covered all the time. She didn’t even leave herself time to think as she dove into her work, putting worries and cares behind her.
Carridelle – Chapter Five
“Oh, I am sorry, you're not with your husband any longer?” “Hell, no honey! I ain’t with any of the five anymore.”
Carridelle – Chapter Four
“PPPTTTTHHH! What’s money in the face of artistic integrity?”
Carridelle – Chapter 3
I love you. You mean the world to me, and I do want to marry you and have children some day, just not now. I know that this is going to sound crazy, but I feel as though there is something else out there. There is someplace I am needed. Something is calling to me and I don’t know what it is. I feel it at night before I sleep. I feel it in my heart when the world is still and silent; when I can really, really listen. That’s when I hear it Jon and I can’t explain it to you, I wish I could. I just wish you would be a little more patient with me.”
Carridelle – Chapter 2
Jon stared at the little drowned waif of a girl standing in front of him for a full minute before he thought to introduce himself to her. The slick maneuvers and smooth words of other men were not second nature to him. He was honest and forthright and considered himself backwards in matters of love and yet he would have been very surprised to discover that that is exactly what women found irresistible about him.
Carridelle
From the fireplace, she crossed the room to her stereo system. Browsing through her eclectic music collection, she finally settled on a compilation CD of her favorite R&B artists. It just fit her mood right then, melancholy. She put the CD in the drive and left it on repeat. Moving back to the kitchen, she scooped up her large bottle of white wine and went to curl up on the couch, to stare at the fire and contemplate where she was going in life.
Shannon McCauley - Author 