Thursday, June 23, 2016
Read the beginning of Patti J. Smith's "Precious Garden" RIGHT NOW!!!!!
Below you will find the beginning the first story. If you and kind enough to take the time to read it please leave a comment for Patti and tell her what you think of it.
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The foundation and blush brought the waxen face to life. He tenderly clothed her as if dressing a newborn. Caressing her hair, he whispered, “You are so beautiful. I wish you could have stayed longer.”
Her dead weight was no challenge for someone with his physical strength. A body was nothing. While others used mechanical means clearing out land, he preferred to do it manually … a way to purge the demons.
Tears and sweat streamed down his dirt encrusted face only to be stopped by a heavy beard. His gloved hands gently smoothed rocky soil around the shrine. “I am so sorry, my precious.” Josiah Tillman cried. “I know you tried. It just wasn’t meant to be.” He reached for the flowers. “You deserve these.”
Fredricks had taken her on an emotional roller coaster, which forced her to finally reevaluate her life. She had lived in a cocoon for many years, allowing only a select few to get close. The loss of her partner not only created more isolation, but also wounded her faith. Spending time at a Catholic retreat in Connecticut proved fruitless in pulling herself together; Fredricks had followed her, wreaking havoc on the serene setting.
With the help of her priest, Father Jim, who agreed to be her spiritual advisor, she was able to let go of the past and focus on the future. She allowed herself to forge a close friendship with Twyla and her daughter, Emerson, and began to enjoy outings with them. She attended Mass regularly and instead of leaving the service right after communion, stayed and visited with Father Jim as well as fellow parishioners. The changes were just the ticket to piece together her shattered soul and give her something she hadn’t had in years …. Hope.
Dallas padded towards the kitchen, savoring the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Cup in hand, she inventoried her closet. Nothing casual today, darn it. Hate wearing court clothes. After settling on a navy skirt, jacket and pale pink blouse, she showered then got herself ready. She poured coffee in a travel mug and scrutinized her image in the full-length mirror before heading out the door.
Surprisingly, the defense rested at 4:00 calling only a few witnesses. Closing statements were scheduled for the following morning.
“Ladies and gentlemen this case is based entirely on circumstantial evidence and I have the utmost confidence you will do what is right and just. The police singled out my client the minute they saw him on that security video because he didn’t belong in that neighborhood and he’s been in trouble before. Yes, he was at the convenience store at the same time as Janice Crawford, but so were many others and I can’t refute the fact my client is far from a model citizen but is that proof he’s a killer? No.”
Michelle Corrigan paced back and forth in front of the jury box, making eye contact with each juror arguing against the State’s evidence. Returning to the defense table, she stood behind her client and placed her hands on his shoulders. “To be honest with you, ladies and gentlemen, I’m surprised this case even came to trial. You are intelligent and logical people and I know you see through the prosecution’s smoke and mirrors. Raymond Salerno is innocent and should be acquitted.”
Dallas and Twyla stood in the back of the courtroom as the jury returned. Dallas whispered, “Worley, I don’t have a good feeling about this.”
The court clerk cleared her throat. “We the jury in the above-entitled action, find the defendant not guilty.”
Gasps erupted from the gallery. Angry expletives exploded from the victim’s father as he escorted his stunned family through the double doors. Dallas and Twyla stared at each other in shock. Dallas turned and watched as Raymond Salerno hugged his attorney. “Chalk one up for the bad guys.”