Sunday, March 9, 2014

Self Published Sunday Welcomes Carol Ann Ross

I want to welcome Carol Ann Ross to Self Published Sunday.  Carol is a native of the Carolina coast and remembers a time when life there was very different than today. She disapproves strongly of the "progress" that has been made on so many of the barrier islands along the eastern seaboard, leaving them cookie cutter replicas - each trying to out "modern" the other.  "Where in the hell did quaint and simple go," She asks.

Carol has written for a couple of newspapers and has penned six books, fiction and non fiction.She has experienced at least thirty different modes of employment - from first mate on a fishing boat to college instructor.  She enjoys small town life and trusts dogs over most people. 

 “Why don’t you want to dance with me, Ellie?” Paul asked as the two watched from one of the nearby picnic tables.  
      Ellie shook her head no, “you’re my cousin…”
     “When did that ever stop ya? We’ve been dancing together since we were kids.”
     “I’m a grown lady now.”
     Paul guffawed, “Seems like since the Army came to town, you’re too good to dance with your cousin.
     “I like upbeat music. This is too slow and all the parents are out there – even mine.” Scrunching her nose in disgust, she fidgeted about, swishing her skirt, “I wish Mr. Pike would call a square dance, then I’d probably dance with you.”
     Paul glanced again toward Pearl and Jay, “I hope she’s happy.”
     “No you don’t. You’re hoping right now that there’s a war and that Jay gets sent overseas and never comes back.”
     “Good God, Ellie.” Paul rolled his eyes as he moved a few steps, distancing himself from her. “I don’t want us to go to war!”
     “But you wish that was you there, holding her, kissing her – and you know what else.”
     “Stop it. All girls aren’t like you.”
     “Well, you do wish it.” A slight grin crept upon her lips as she turned her glance away from Paul.
     “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I do wish that it was me dancing with her and getting ready to marry her.  But that doesn’t make me wish anything bad for her.”
     “Bad for her?”
    “Bad for her,” Paul retorted. “If and when we have a war and Jay has to go off and fight in it, just how do you think she’s going to feel?”
     Tossing her hair to the side, Ellie fumbled with the ribbon in it. “She’ll get over it. And besides, while the cat’s away the mice will play.”
     “Not Pearl, she’ll be faithful to Jay for as long as it takes him to come back.”
     “That’s the kind of girl she is.” Paul’s eyes looked sternly at Ellie. “And I hope he comes back, because I want Pearl to be happy.”
     “Liar. And if he doesn’t come back, you’ll be there for her to pick up the pieces.”
     Paul turned away from Ellie and strode to the grill to pick a strand of pork from the nearly bare bones. He glared at Ellie who was still watching him as he chewed on the succulent meat. Swishing her skirt about, she motioned for him to come back as the fiddle player announced that a square dance would be coming up next. Paul ran his fingers though his hair, then reached for the jug hidden behind a wooden beam, walked off into the night, flipping his palm out quickly, as if to say, get lost.

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