Short Stories for Shannon
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Short stories. I love them. Not only are they like a delicious box of chocolates where each one is its own sweet treat. Grab and go snacking that satisfies the appetite until there's time for a meal. Short stories are also wonderful ways to connect. In our email back and forths, Shannon (the author of the wonderful new book listed below) asked me about my favorite short story. My first thought was- how would I ever choose? The beauty of the short is the variety to choose from, like those chocolates I mentioned. My favorite changes with the mood of the day. Some days, nutty wins. Other days, something sweet and chewy. Then there are those times when the bitterness of a dark chocolate is the pick.
How would I choose just one?
Then I thought of a trip with my parents back when I was in junior high. We were traveling home from the beach through the mountains of southeastern West Virginia in the middle of the night. It was back in the 1970s and our car didn't have a tape deck (or air conditioning, hence the night travel). I don't think we had FM on the radio dial either...there was only AM radio, which gave you the options of static-filled talk radio, nighttime evangelists, or blue grass. My mother, nor myself was fond of any of the options. My dad would have listened to static talk radio for days, but he was out voted in the car.
So, what were we to do to stay awake so that we were certain the driver was also staying awake.
My mom always bought books as her travel souvenir. That year, she'd bought a book about the many mysteries and ghostly stories from the Outer Banks. With no other entertainment, my mother grabbed a flashlight from the glove box and started reading the stories aloud. My mother was an excellent reader, always having considered herself a bit of a thespian. She read short story after short story and my dad and I stayed awake for every page.
To this day, the story of Nags Head, the one where the pirates walked the old nag back and forth across the beach fooling seafarers into believing they were passing a lighthouse offering safe harbor. Instead, they were being lured onto the beach to be plundered.
Good times...reading with my mom. Not so much good times for the duped sailors.
There's never been a better time to get into short stories!
Now that's a special memory. Do you still have that book?
ReplyDeleteGood question; I want to know that, too.
DeleteI love this! There were so many great stories when I lived in Maryland. That region is so rich in ghost stories and history. And what a wonderful family trip! It makes me realize that despite all my fond memories of road trips, we really haven't done many with our kids. Thank you for featuring me today!
ReplyDeleteLol, I ask the very same question in my post for Shannon on Monday.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great memory to have of your mum and that trip.
There are so many great stories to choose from! It's hard to narrow it down.
DeleteCongratulations, Shannon!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Joylene!
DeleteThis reminds me I got a new Kindle for Christmas! My old one puts blocks over portions of the page randomly. Thank you!
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