A Clear Deep Puddle
It was a pretty day. The greening had begun, and everything around me was dripping and splashing. The grass and leaves sparkled with jeweled dew, capturing a vast array of colors and holding onto them for as long as possible.
Despite Mother’s insistence that I avoid the sun, I simply could not. It was delightfully warm on my face, begging me to sit at the edge of the garden and be in it. I was prepared, for at night, she would sit on my bed and count the freckles across the bridge of my nose. I only had a few, so few that she could keep track.
I turned my attention to the garden and how it would soon be filled with heady blossoms. It was time to honor the passing of the torch, from winter to spring with summer waiting patiently.
It was down to the two of us, the last snow angel—refusing to give in, safe in the small patch of snow beneath the shadow of our house—and me. Gradually, the other two surrendered to a clear, deep puddle. Throughout the entire winter, I tended to them. With all of the snow piled up around us, it had become an unintended commitment. I didn’t give it much thought. It just happened.
Bess Adams ~ April 12, 1873 ~ Fall River, MA
Excerpt: THE ANGELS' LAMENT
Etched in Granite Historical Fiction Series: Book Two
Book One (EIG) is quite dark. The scenes from the County Poor Farm are not as bright as we would like. (How inconvenient for us!)
The same applies to the tenements and textile mills of Fall River, where Sarah goes when she leaves home.
However, there is one young woman who lives in complete luxury. Her name is Bess Adams, and her father is a very successful corporate lawyer. She is not pleased when uprooted from her beautiful Boston home and plopped in the middle of a dirty mill city.
Her narrative offers a glimpse into the world of the elite. While she is perched upon the hill where all of the fine estates are located, beneath her dwell the tenements. The opposite worlds are bridged together by way of August—a simple lamplighter with a kind heart.
Researching and writing in the voice of a young woman from the other side was enlightening. So much has changed; yet, nothing has changed at all. Mj Pettengill, Author Etched in Granite Historical Fiction Series BOOK THREE COMING SOON