“Clairey tasted the bile rising up in her throat, could smell the pathetic fear she was giving off, and they were as familiar to her as waking and sleep, as hunger and thirst. In her time of peace there with… — Tracy Winegar Copy Share
“She allowed herself the luxury of a good cry, figuring that her tears were mingling with the downpour to soak into the soil. It was relief. It was joy. It was the knowledge that she had overcome, and it spilled out with her tears onto the ground that she had toiled with, to become a part of the crop she… — Tracy Winegar Copy Share
“Ellis,” he said. “You’re watchin’ a miracle right under your nose.” He gave a few of the seeds to Ellis and let him drop them into the hole he had already made. “In each of them little things, God put life. Now you take care with it, and you feed it with water and sunlight. And, most important of all… — Tracy Winegar Copy Share
“Amidst his chaotic thoughts, Ellis thought of Clairey’s face, and he clung to that image. He conjured the radiant glow of her eyes when she was pleased with something, and the small, bashful smile that was fleeting but infinitely more priceless because of its rarity. Clairey’s memory was the light that came on the heels of a black and starless… — Tracy Winegar Copy Share
“She remembered the day vividly, for how can you forget the day your heart is broken? The funny thing about a broken heart is that it's not fatal. Though you wish in vain that it were, life continues on and you have no choice but to continue on with it. You take the hand that fate has dealt you and… — Tracy Winegar Copy Share
“Clairey tasted the bile rising up in her throat, could smell the pathetic fear she was giving off, and they were as familiar to her as waking and sleep, as hunger and thirst. In her time of peace there with Ellis, she had nearly forgotten the taste and smell of it, how her joints became liquid and her mouth became… — Tracy Winegar Copy Share
The funny thing about a broken heart is that it's not fatal. Though you wish in vain that it were, life continues on and… — Tracy Winegar Copy Share Image
“Ain’t I your man?” he persisted. “Yeah, Ellis, you’re my man.” Her lips quaked as she said it.” — Tracy Winegar Copy Share Image
“Clairey knew well that it was one thing to occupy his bed, quite another to occupy his heart.” — Tracy Winegar Copy Share Image
“Ellis squatted down next to her and put his hand gently on her shoulder. “Clairey…” Her name sounded strange on his lips for the… — Tracy Winegar Copy Share Image
“There was a moment of hesitation in which Joe looked into her eyes, and she looked back without flinching. Many a time, he had… — Tracy Winegar Copy Share Image
“In the back of his mind, he had always wondered why — why they harbored such resentment for him. Now he had the answer, and he… — Tracy Winegar Copy Share Image
“Just ’cause a body says somethin’ don’t make it so. You know who you are, and they can’t change that no matter what them… — Tracy Winegar Copy Share Image
