Disco King of the Appalachian Mountains
Bouncing up and down like the old station wagon the night my cousin Lily was conceived. 9 months later, my Aunt Pam would have her in the parking lot at the disco where Uncle Buck would try to make a point to her that he still got it. High from hillbilly coke and the euphoria from the ladies swirling around him, he swirled for one last time and pointed up at the fading disco ball at the tavern. Disco reached its peak, but you couldn’t tell this to Buck Williams. He was the Disco king of the Appalachian mountains! He made a swift exit to take a puff on a Pall Mall. When he opened up the door to the station wagon, he was in for a surprise. There was Aunt Pam holding baby Lily in her arms. Bouncing up and down 5 years later Lily was spry as a creek in spring. With her gutter mouth and venomous tongue, her words could slap the taste out of your mouth and shoot any ‘old man down - just like her daddy. No one ever dared to mess with Lily Williams. Where was Aunt Pam? No one knew except for Uncle Buck. He’d always say that she was sleeping underneath a blanket of stars. Whatever that meant! There was always a twinkle in his eyes whenever he said it. No one ever dared to ask for further details. They could find her if they wanted to - at an abandoned junk yard in a 1974 Ford Country Squire. Bio:HilLesha O’Nan is a blogger, writer, photographer & marketer. She is co-editor/founder of Fevers of the Mind Poetry & Art. She runs the blog tothemotherhood.com for over 15 years A Fevers of the Mind Poetry Showcase with HilLesha O’Nan Poem/lyrics by HilLesha O’Nan: “The Preacher’s Wife”
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I liked this a lot, from the colorful characters, deftly evoked, to the horrifying ending.
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