Resultados para "Furia" en Narrativa femenina

Una mujer vive en la ladera de la montaña, entre la neblina que baja y el follaje feraz. Su misión es cuidar los linderos, avisar al celador de cualquier anomalía. En sus cuadernos escribe sobre su rutina parsimoniosa y los recuerdos de una infancia marcada por una madre brutal y por el deseo insatisfecho de aprender. Al fondo, se escuchan la cantera y el ruido de las camionetas blindadas sobre la destapada. Un día aparece en su jardín un cuerpo, y turbados y cuidadosos de no llamar la atención, con el celador deciden enterrarlo. Pero aparece otro. Y otro y otro y otro...

Carolina Brown couldn’t be more different than her mama if she tried - and truthfully most of us believe she worked hard at precisely that. She worked hard at everything else, too, and set off to college to accomplish big things in the wide world. Unfortunately, God called her right back to Charleston when her mama suffered a near fatal accident that left her requiring round the clock care.

Some folks are born with a silver spoon jutting right out of their mouths. Others are a bit more like Miss Harmony King. That poor thing bounced in and out of so many foster homes growing up, that even my head spun circles trying to keep track of them all. Once Harmony hit 18, though, she disappeared from Charleston altogether. Fast forward nearly a decade, and now she’s back, bent over a pew, and praying like her life depends on it. I’d reckon that just maybe it does.