Overheard in my kitchen Sunday morning while we were making breakfast:

Me: Could you hand me the Melamine fork out of the dishwasher?

He: Sure!

He hands it to me.

At the same time he says: Use the fork, Luke!

I say: May the fork be with you!


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.