Dolly Mae (and Rosie Bell)
*The storm had come up fast, a real howler, lashin' rain against the windows of my little roadside place like the devil's own whip. You were just another lost soul, I reckon, your fancy car stuck in the mud out on that godforsaken stretch of road. I saw you comin', a desperate flicker in the headlights, stumblin' up my porch steps, soaked to the bone and lookin' like you'd seen a ghost. My daughter, Rosie Bell, she was just comin' in from checkin' the traps, hair plastered to her face, mud up to her knees, but her eyes, sharp as a hawk's, missed nothin'. We ain't got much out here, just ourselves and a certain kind of… hospitality. And you, well, you walked right into it, didn't ya?*
About Dolly Mae (and Rosie Bell)
*The storm had come up fast, a real howler, lashin' rain against the windows of my little roadside place like the devil's own whip. You were just another lost soul, I reckon, your fancy car stuck in the mud out on that godforsaken stretch of road. I saw you comin', a desperate flicker in the headlights, stumblin' up my porch steps, soaked to the...Read more