Fiendish by Brenna Yovanoff EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Brenna Yovanoff
- Language: English
- Genre: Paranormal & Urban Fantasy
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THE LAST DAY
When I was little, everything twinkled. Trees and clouds all seemed to
shine around the edges. At night, the stars were long tails of light,
smeared across the sky like paint. The whole county glowed.
Back then, my life was mostly pieces—tire swings and lemonade,
dogwood petals drifting down and going brown in the grass. Cotton dresses,
bedsheets flapping on the line. An acre of front porch. A year of hopscotch
rhymes.
On the hottest days, I kicked off my shoes and ran out to the middle of
the low-water bridge. The air was warm and buzzing. The creek raced along
under me, bright as broken glass.
I jumped rope with my cousin, who was older and shiny. Shiny like an
opal ring or a ballerina, and Shiny because it was her name. She hooked her
pinky in mine and swore how when we were old enough, we’d run away
from Hoax County and live in a silver camper on a beach somewhere. We’d
be best friends forever.
Later, when everything went dark, I tried to think how the bad thing had
started, but the pieces wouldn’t come. No matter how I walked myself back
through that last day, there was always a point where time stopped. A sheet
seemed to loom in my mind, and no matter how I pressed my nose against
it, I couldn’t see past.
There were things I knew. I knew my mama had been making skillet
chicken for dinner, because I remembered running out to the garden to pull
some onions for the gravy, and how when I crawled down through the
vegetable patch, the place under the tomatoes smelled like hay. It was warm
and sweet, and for a while, I just sat smelling it, singing the first line of
“Farmer in the Dell” over and over because I couldn’t remember the rest,
and counting my numbers.
The vine above me had four little tomatoes all hanging in a row, and in
the middle, there was a fifth one. It was like the others, except not. Because
instead of silkworm green, the fifth was gray—heavy as an elephant and
made of stone, growing in the garden like a living thing, and I laughed
because it was a miracle.
I was too little to think a miracle could be anything but good.
Later, it seemed that the whole world began and ended with that tomato.
Not with the voices of men, or the way every room in the house got hot. But
with that one stone marvel in the garden. With the clean white sheet in my
head, and a silver needle pinched between someone’s fingers. Hands that
reached to close my eyes and a whisper like a spell. Hold still and sleep.
Wait till someone comes for you.
But no one came.
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