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Today, I would like to introduce you to Author, Lana Broussard who writes under the pen name of L.T. Garvin. Her short stories have appeared in print in the Texas Writer’s Journal. She has published poetry online via The Drabble, Poet’s Corner, Silver Burch Press and Wildsound Poetry Festival. L.T. writes fiction, poetry, essays, and humor that she publishes on her blog: L.T. Garvin @ WordPress. L.T. Garvin is the author of Confessions of a 4th Grade Athlete, Animals Galore and Dancing with the Sandman.
Today, Lana has an unusual tale to share with you. Grab a cup of coffee or tea and read on!
Author, L. T. Garvin
By L. T. Gavin
I was headed out once and for all – gonna get away from Bob, my bipolar mistake. My plan was to get to Ashborough, another town, then from there, I wasn’t sure… Maybe call Eileen, ditch the car? One thing about it, the further north I headed, there was more trees. Maybe I could hide and get lost in them. I was still shaking, thinking about what Bob would do to my dog when he discovered I was gone. I couldn’t take him. I knew this, the one friend that I had where I might possibly hide, had told me she couldn’t take the dog. In a violent rage, in which he often was, Bob had threatened to shoot him in front of me. I had left the back gate opened, and told Beau to go, I remember him looking back at me like I had lost my mind, which apparently, I had.
I drove through the town, and outside of it, the number of trees increased like diametrically opposed soldiers marching to battle. I had grown up in the sparseness of the west Texas desert, so I appreciated the giant towering green tree lords, gateway to the wilderness. I planned to drive for awhile, and I was hoping there would be someplace to stop. I needed something to eat and maybe some drink caffeine to get my wits about me.
The evening shadows started creeping in, although I was still in deep drama, I wasn’t as panicked as when I started this journey. I noticed a convenience store up on the right, tucked into a fold of trees, “Kat’s Corner Store.” I pulled into an absolutely empty parking lot.
Inside the store, a middle-aged brunette woman greeted me. “Hello, how are you doing?”
I smiled quickly, I didn’t want to talk to anyone too much. I could smell burritos, something I was interested in after not eating all day.
“Oh, you have fresh food?”
“Yes we do, the food counter is back there to your left.”
“Thanks,” I said.
I watched her slow smile…
“You’re welcome darling.”
As I rounded the corner, I saw another woman also with brown hair cooking the food. As she raised up from putting utensils in the bin, I noticed that she also looked just like the other woman up at the front.
Oh, wow. You two ladies are twins!” I said, gesturing towards the front cash register.
“No, not at all,” said the woman, giving me a curt look.
“Oh, I mean, I think you two look so much alike,” I stammered. “I guess people tell you that,” I smiled.
“Nope, not at all,” she returned.
I felt foolish and too chatty at the same time.
“What would you like?” she asked.
“Are those BBQ sandwiches?”
“Yes, they are,”
“OK, I will have one.”
The seemingly offended woman put the sandwich in the bag.
“Have you ever tried our churros?”
“No, I’ve never been here,” I replied.
She scooped a serving of the cinnamon sprinkled sticks in a bag and placed with the sandwich.
“Lite dessert, delicately golden friend with cinnamon sugar sprinkles,” she said.
“Oh, well thanks,” I said.
“And on the house,” she responded.
I picked up a can of ice tea and walked up front to the woman at the front counter to pay.
“That’ll be $7.38. Oh wonderful, I see you are trying the churros, you’ll love them. Where are you headed?”
“I’m going to see a friend,” I said.
“That’s nice, it’s a lovely evening to drive. There’s a table outside if you like.” She smiled and touched a pretty Lapis pendant around her neck.
“Thanks again,” I took my food and went outside. It was rather nice out there, the large fir trees swayed in the breeze, my panic and my hatred of Bob had somewhat quelled. I ate the sandwich, then absently grabbed the churro sticks although I was trying not to eat sweets. They were indeed sugary, and the cinnamon was almost overpowering. I found myself to be in no hurry, although I did wonder why the store had no other customers, it was almost as though I had fallen off the ends of the earth.
At some point, I must have gotten up from the table and got into my car. Still feeling oddly calm and separated from my predicament, I was driving and watching the landscape become denser. I couldn’t even remember seeing all these trees before, they became even larger in an almost menacing sort of manner. The highway had given way to some kind of small road, and I knew I was lost. I pulled the car over – trying to punch in the GPS on my phone. Bob had called – 15 times. The road ahead resembled a trail, my phone wasn’t working all I could do, was turn back – I went to get into my car, and the door would not open, I kept hitting the unlock button.
“What the…..??” I screamed. My voice filtered upward, then vanished. Dusk was falling, what was I doing here in the middle of nowhere, how had I taken a wrong turn on the highway?”
I stuffed my keys into my purse and decided to walk. There was no choice. Bears? Madmen? Whatever was in the woods, I couldn’t think about it. Resolutely I trudged, jumping at the sound of birds screeching. Then I heard the sound of rushing water, some sort of river or spring. I walked toward it. I don’t know why, everything seemed hopeless, lost as if I weren’t already. I sat down by this river and looked into the water. I no longer felt I could walk, my legs were heavy, my thoughts deep. As I stared, a big splash came from the center of it, and all of a sudden, two men surfaced from the water, fighting with swords. I shook my head, behind them was an army. I shook my head again, what complete madness! I was bonafide crazy. The river and shoreline came alive right there in front of me.
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A pale woman with ashen gray skin, and fine brown hair engulfing her face like spider legs, appeared in front of me in a forlorn mist.
“What do you want?” she said. She held her hand out toward me, then turned.
It was as if I was acting in a 3-D fantasy adventure. The war in the river raged on, the ashen girl now floated above the river. There was even a man screaming, “Plague!”
I turned and my heart leaped into my throat. It looked like Bob. Then he saw me, and stared at me with his red eyes, smirking while I sat there on the bank. A knight fell in front of me, and he was bleeding. The sound of death echoed, a heavy foreboding knell. Archers rose up, fired their arrows. The dead lady’s hands began to bleed. I felt sick, so incredibly sick.
“You there! Beware the battle! You linger too close to the edge!”
I turned, and there was the brunette woman from the convenience store.
“It’s you!…What are you doing here?”
She smiled. She wore a long, white dress, and her lips were red as Snow White’s poisoned apple. Around her neck was the Lapis eye pendant.
“It’s true, she who hesitates is lost.” Then she began to melt in front of me.
“No, wait! Where are you going? Don’t leave, I need help!” My words fell on hollow ears. She was gone. In the middle of the river, the Ashen Lady was motioning to me. I shook my head. Then, it was as if the bottom fell out of the convoluted world I was in and I must have fainted.
“Darlin’ are you ok?” I heard a voice. I looked into the eyes of the convenience store clerk.
“Now take it easy, you must’ve had a dizzy spell out here.”
“Where’s my car?”
“Well, it’s right here,” she said pointing. We were in the parking lot of the convenience store.
“But how did it get here?”
“You drove it to the store. Don’t you remember coming into the store? You need some coffee.”
“You are the same woman, and you are even wearing the Lapis necklace. You weren’t twins, there’s just one of you!” I shouted.
She just shook her head. “My shift is over,” she said and just like that, walked away.
I got up shaky but steady and walked into the store. A blonde woman was behind the counter now.
“How can I help you?”
© L.T. Garvin 2017
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Nate, a 4th grader in West Texas, tells his story about life in Sportsville, USA. The story will ring true to those of you in big football/baseball/basketball states.
Appropriate for all children, 4-10 and any adult who likes sports stories!
LT Garvin writes with a sly humor that will even make the most stoic adult laugh.
And of course, Corbin Hillam’s illustrations accurately portray those “sports moments.”
L.T. Garvin is a huge fiction fan and literature lover. She enjoys writing fiction, short stories, and attempts at poetry. L.T. has a particular fondness for Southern literature, possibly because they have such good food and bigger than life stories in the South. She currently has two books available, Confessions of a 4th Grade Athlete, which is a humorous children’s book about Nathan and his exuberant experiences in school and sports, and Animals Galore, and a novel. Dancing with the Sandman will be published in Fall 2017. L.T. Garvin maintains a blog where she writes fiction, poetry, and humorous essays.
Thanks for stopping by to meet Lana. See you soon!
Category: author interviewsTags: Animals Galore, Author Interviews, Author Spotlight Guest Posts, children's author, Confessions of a 4th Grade Athlete, L. T. Garvin, Lana Broussard, What Happened in the Woods
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Colleen M. Chesebro is an American Poet who loves crafting paranormal fantasy and magical realism, cross-genre flash fiction, syllabic poetry, and creative nonfiction. Colleen sponsors a weekly syllabic poetry challenge, called Tanka Tuesday, on wordcraftpoetry.com where participants learn how to write traditional and current forms of haiku, senryu, haiga, tanka, gogyohka, tanka prose, renga, solo-renga, haibun, cinquain, Etheree, nonet, and shadorma poetry. Colleen's syllabic poetry has appeared in the Auroras & Blossoms Poetry Journal, and in “Hedgerow, a journal of small poems.” She’s won numerous awards from participating in the Carrot Ranch Rodeo, a yearly flash fiction contest sponsored by carrotranch.com. In 2020, she won first place in the Carrot Ranch Folk Tale or Fable category, with her story called “Why Wolf Howls at the Moon.” Colleen is a Sister of the Fey, where she pursues a pagan path through her writing. When she is not writing, she is reading. She also loves gardening and crocheting old-fashioned doilies into works of art.