The Velvet Bridge
by
Anita Stubbs

This true-to-life rags to riches tale, my first novel, is set during WWII  and could have actually happened if not for one thing: Mattie Featherstone never existed, other than between the covers of this 381-page book. But the lifestyles, the culture of the time, and some of the places ring so true, you'll wonder.  It's classic 1940's, Dallas, Texas, in and around Oak Cliff.

Too young to be widowed and too pretty to be alone, Mattie Featherstone is both. Suddenly impoverished, this confused, tormented woman abandons her children and seeks refuge in an encampment for vagrants situated near the Trinity River on the west side of Dallas during World War II.

When a twist-of-fate encounter eases Mattie out of destitution into the genteel world of her paper doll dreams, she manages to conceal the truth about her past from her benefactors. She even justifies - in her own mind - the abandonment of her daughters.

However, everything changes when yet another unforeseen event turns her life into sensational headline news, revealing more than even she could imagine.

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My Rolling Pin

My rolling pin turns as silently
on its axis as the earth.
Rubbing my palm along its dry, wooden shaft sets my teeth on edge, for its abrasiveness disguises its smoothness.
The surface reveals nothing
but perfect uniformity.

Natural etchings of amber
swirl and speckle in the grain
under my touch. Water spots mar the raw pine blondeness with smudges of gray, resembling ancient fingerprints.

This piece of wood belonged to my grandmother. When I grip the handles, I feel the warmth of her touch, and the heat of it spreads up my arms, into my heart.

 


 

 

     

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