Overheard in my kitchen after breakfast:

me: have you smelled … (i burst out giggling)
he: have i smelled what?
me: (still giggling and digging through a cabinet)
he: what were you going to say? hhmmm?
me: randy. have you smelled randy?
he: omg, mari! no!
me: (laughing even harder) but that’s not what i meant.
he: (also laughing) what did you mean?
me: his coffee. have you smelled the coffee he brought to keep here?
he: sure. sure that’s what you meant.
me: (i waft the coffee under his nose)
he: oh, that does smell good.
me: (i turn around, lay my head on the counter, and laugh until i stop)


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.