Update 6/22/3102 Lori ~ Chapter 1 Chapter One As cheesy as it sounds, she was a tall drink of a woman. Back in her time, she could make a man swoon with a flutter of a lash. Ah, those were the days! Up at the butt crack of dawn milking cows, throwing hay in the afternoon and making the young men stutter in the evening shadows. A small giggle escaped from her throat as she glanced in the mirror. The tinsel in her hair now replaced the sun streaked gold threads that turned those boys heads long ago but dang if she had a rosy complexion without nare a wrinkle. Good genes and all that. She would have to thank her parents one day. Lori drove into town and stopped at the post to gather the mail and catch up on the latest news. Most people don’t know the benefits of a small town post office. You see, small town posts are not only a beneficial link to the outside world, but a gathering place of long time friends and family. Theories run rapid at the post, not gossip, but theories. By the time it is discovered that so-and-so got a letter from whats-a-ma-call-it, we also find out where and how world peace can be solved. So is it any wonder that what Lori got in the mail was also a huge topic of conversation. I mean seriously, it’s not every day that someone gets a hard core whisky making still in the mail, now is it! She had been waiting for this bad boy for going on 3 weeks now. Lori had the boys at the post load it into the back of her truck, tucked it in ever so tightly as not to get jostled around on her way home, gave a quick hug to Hazel, the postmaster, and damn near gave herself a heart attack as she tried to help a young mother chase down an ornery toddler before he ran out into the street. She wasn’t as young as she used to be, that’s for sure. As she drove up the driveway to the house, she caught a glimpse of him out at the greenhouse. Even after 30 years, he still had the ability to make her forget to breath. Her Eddie. Eddie with his ever so slight Brooklyn accent. The man who left the “Big City” to move to her little farm in Ohio. Talk about trying to fit a square peg into a round hole! But they survived. Through all the ups and downs, they had survived and were much stronger for it. “Hey doll!” Eddie said “Hey, the still has arrived! I think I should give him a name, seems only right!” “Seriously?” quirked Eddie “Ya, I’ve waited for this thing almost as long as I’ve waited for you to like vegetables” snickered Lori “Whatever” said Eddie “Lets get the new “Man of the House” into the house and get him out of this box. Working together Lori and Eddie managed to get the still into her studio and unboxed. He was a bute! All copper and golden in the afternoon sun, he was going to be put to good use in the months ahead. Back at the post office, talk of the town was how long it would be before Lori was arrested for bootlegging. The argument that ensued had some very valid cross points. Most folks knew how illegal it was to make your own moonshine, but most folks also knew that if Lori was making it, it would be some damn good moonshine! >>Apple Pie Moonshine
Posted on: Sat, 22 Jun 2013 16:15:13 +0000
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