Excerpt from Death In Bagheria, publishing soon Her task accomplished, Serafina went to the window once again and gazed at the ornamental pools, the cork tree, the gazebo, the harbor in the distance. “Is your favorite still the gazebo?” she asked Rosa, resting against the wall. She answered in the affirmative, then pointed to a bench near the high grass. “What’s that—mist?” Serafina looked. “More substantial than that. I believe it’s someone sitting outside, but who could it be? Oh, for the … [Read more...] about What Adriana Saw
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Excerpt from Death In Bagheria, publishing soon Thursday, March 24, 1870 Serafina noticed clouds massing in the distance. “What do you do when it rains?” she asked della Trabia, after her breathing returned to normal, raising her voice over the clatter. She slid to one side on the hard seat and clung to the rail. “Me? I have my own horse. As for the rain, we’ve been lucky the past four, five years. Seldom rains in the spring, I know, but we’ve been having a wet one this year, good soaking … [Read more...] about You Don’t Like the Ride?
Excerpt from Death In Bagheria, publishing soon Thursday, March 24, 1870 Serafina spun her glass around to the ship. Splinters of bright sun glinted off the waves and the metal hull of the Caterina Bella as the crew hoisted the gangplank while men untied the ropes and threw them over the side. Serafina forgot everything around her and leaned against the railing, feeling again the mysterious pull of the ship’s power and might. Like Etna, it held her momentarily in its thrall until she shook … [Read more...] about Women Wearing Black Shawls
Excerpt from Death Of A Serpent Thursday, October 11, 1866 “I didn’t hear you enter,” Serafina said, a bit startled by the woman who was clothed in an ultramarine day dress, low cut of course. Petticoats crinkled when she sat beside Serafina, and her hair was perfectly coiffed. Serafina remembered her, the redhead from the wake. “Gioconda’s my name,” she said. “Don’t tell me your parents named you after a painting.” “Oh no, it’s the name I took when I arrived, and I never knew my … [Read more...] about Not Far from Here
Excerpt from Death Of A Serpent Friday, November 2, 1866 After the noon meal, Serafina snipped flowers from the old geranium. She’d visit the cemetery before joining up with her children. Blowing them a kiss, she left. In contrast to the vermilion blossoms she clutched, the November light flattened the world on this, the festa of Li Morti. Events would begin with a procession of actors from the cemetery gates, winding through town and down the Via Serpentina to the arena near the sea. There … [Read more...] about Caught in a Spell