On a trip to Savannah, I found a bronze statue
by the river. I asked a shop clerk about The Waving Girl and he
told me a story of desperate love, of loss and redemption. I
spent three days in the archives and over three years researching,
reading and rewriting this story based on Florence Martus
and her brother George, a lighthouse keeper.
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Along the way, I found the
poet, Stevie Smith who changed the whole story
We're Not Waving, We're Drowning
has been called The Hours in Savannah
Simple Intent
a courtroom thriller minus the courtroom...
think virile young interns and some NJ mobsters
3 Women Walk Into a Bar
Introducing
Bill Tedesco, ex-male stripper turned PI, the most unlikely hero
since Iron Balls Delaney was eating wet sandwiches over the
kitchen sink.
Maybe it was the school bus, the long minutes
spent waiting for that new driver to pull out in the intersection.
Knowing that across town, another town, I
should be getting my own kids off another school bus.
Maybe it was my scattered thoughts, how I
kept thinking about what I should have said to the friend in the
house in the neighborhood back there, a woman who is dying, but
had answered the door with a smile on her face.
Maybe after that I needed to talk to the nice
young officer with the laser gun to feel alive.
Whatever the reason, this ticket is for you
my friend.
As if I could pay your way.
As if you ever had a debt to be cleared.
Good News
The MSR
2008 Short Fiction Anthology BIG WATER, is
now
available featuring award winning shorts, including a
beach-themed story from Linda.
The writing
contest goes quarterly
Read the
winning entries and find out how you can enter:
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