Excerpts from the Book 'Fiddler':

... H. Courreges LeBlanc. illustration by Shelton Bryant. 3 December 2001. November always dragged around the station, but today ...
... it. A '37 Buick Roadmaster it was, painted a red so rich it was nearly black, that straight eight engine whispering like a lover while teardrops of rain ...
... flipped it open, folded over a match, and struck it with his thumb. This the town with the dead fiddler. he said after a long drag on the smoke. You ...
... feeling lucky today. C'mon, boys, let's go.. Mister, I sure hope you ain't as lucky as you feel. Woman like that, best not woke at all.. You ...
... tourist, get back in that car of yours and drive on up to Graceland. North on 55, three, four hours.. I'm no tourist, the stranger said. You can't ...
... the lady the day she come to town.. Y-you too.. Sure, I said. When was that.. Back in the late sixties, I said. Don't remember the ...
... wearing this long white dress kinda thing, and at first we figured she was just another of them hippie gals hitchhiking to the Mardi Gras, come to sleep ...
... strings. She sighed just then, and looked up at Harnie and me with them green eyes of hers.. B-blue, Harnie said. They was green, Harnie, I ...
... Harnie just sat there watching her - heck, we wasn't moving no more than she was. We sat there all afternoon, watching folks not see her.. They ...
... I said. I reached out and nudged her shoulder, but she didn't move. Then Harnie laid his hand on hers, the one she had wrapped round ...
... again and laid a fiver on the counter. My treat, he said. Thanks, I said. He popped the top and took a pull at the soda. Ahh, he sighed ...
... pull at my soda. I can still hear it. I lay in bed, nights, staring at the ceiling, listening to it.. And Harnie's hand.. Harnie's hand. ...
... Just laughing.. Didn't it hurt. the stranger asked. Flowers, Harnie whispered again. And nobody even noticed. I said. They'd just walk ...
... did your folks say about Harnie's arm.. Our daddy been gone since we was babies. And Mama acted like Harnie ain't never had but the one arm.. Ev-ev'rybody, ...
... I said. It was raining hard by now, but I didn't mind. I locked up the station and we piled into his Buick. There was plenty room for all of us ...
... beside the woman, and settled the guitar in his lap. He reached out and ran one calloused fingertip along her cheek. She sighed, and opened her eyes. ...
... LeBlanc is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License. If you redistribute this story, ...
... an unnamed character living in Kent England. The narrator writes that he... >>read more<... Proctor-Beauchamp was the fourth son of Sir Thomas William Brograve Proctor-Beauchamp, 4th Baronet, and his wife the Hon. Catherine Esther, daughter ...
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