by Do South | May 1, 2017 | Southern Verse
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] Lucette used to be a “hit-the-road, Jack” kind of girl. When things got hard in a relationship, she was out the door, no turning back. She is thinking about this while sitting on the front porch of her...
by Do South | Feb 1, 2017 | Southern Verse
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] If you’re not in love as Valentine’s Day approaches, you shouldn’t work in a candy shop. But I do, and today the parking lot is full. Sandy, who owns the place, had the windows painted with Cupid and hearts...
by Do South | Jan 1, 2017 | Southern Verse
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] Sometimes a girl just has to run. Sometimes her feet take over. This is one of those times, early morning, early January. I’m at the Alma City Park, on the trail popular with the older crowd at this...
by Do South | Oct 1, 2016 | Southern Lit
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] Violet can’t do math. She gets by okay, but salespeople and con artists could rob her blind, and she’d never know. The year she was supposed to learn long division and memorize her times tables,...
by Do South | Sep 1, 2016 | Southern Lit
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] The wind was blowing that night, lifting the edges of our skirts, tossing candy wrappers that tumbled end to end across the football field. The field was empty except for the debris, and the scoreboard...
