favorite phrase of the day

She sat with her feet tucked beneath her to one side, a coffee cup balanced on her knee. [He] leaned against the chair, his right arm on the seat. They’d talked for the greater part of the day and showed no signs of slowing down any time soon.

[He] looked up at her and smiled. “Your mother would sit like that, and it always amazed me. If I tried anything like that, I’d end up with a scalded crotch.”

She burst out laughing.

“It’s true. No matter how she sat, she could always put a cup of coffee on her knee. And you know she’d never tried coffee until she met my mother.”

“Coffee is ambrosia.”


They clinked cups and drank.

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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.