So Thomas, Tayler, and I were standing around looking at toys at a sporting goods store (Bass Pro, the mall map tells me), and Thomas didn’t know I was there … So, I’m standing there debating on buying this $20 stuffed fox when I hear Thomas say, “How do you get this fucker to work, anyway?” He looked up, saw me, and started back-peddling. I bit the insides of my cheeks to keep from laughing too hard – and made a hasty retreat to the snack bar for a hot dog.

[edited to add: Although, watching him back-peddle and turn fifteen different shades of red was worth his faux pas. The whole thing was hilarious, imho]


Author: Mari Adkins

Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.