Rated R for profanity, violence.
Fruit Jar Drinkin’, Cheatin’ Heart Blues
by Patty Templeton
Cazy Tipple and Balma Walker were the two finest bootleggers for a god-step or more. The only two that lived in the Rotgut, instead of on its edge.
Balma hadn’t always hated the sour, sorrowing guts out of Cazy, but times changed with the rain.
Ten years and a piece with the same two hearts in a three room cabin and there’s bound to be here-and-there altercations. Balma’d call Cazy a no-good-jar-tipper, and Cazy’d have a sip and a swallow and name Balma a brain-big-hollerin’-bitch. Balma’d throw the grits and biscuits at Cazy and the frying pan after. Cazy’d bite a brushed-off biscuit and tell Balma how fine it was. Fairly soon, the two were hot eyes over hot coffee and the stills would have to wait until the sheets had another ruffle and wet.
But this time, Cazy’d done enough wrong for Balma to prop the grudge on a pulpit and preach.
About the Author
Patty Templeton is roughly 25 apples tall and 11,000 coffee cups into her life. She wears red sequins and stomping boots while writing, then hits up back-alley dance bars and honky tonks.
Her stories are full of ghosts, freaks, fools, underdogs, blue collar heroes, and never giving up, even when life is giving you shit.
About the Narrator
M.K. Hobson recently decided to follow a time-honored authorial tradition and become a bitter recluse. She swore off all social media and left her website to go to seed. At the moment, she exists only as a voice on short fiction podcasts such as Podcastle and Cast of Wonders. She leavens the tedium of her vastly expanded free time with misanthropy, paranoia, and weight lifting.