Talking Did Not Come Easily to Diana

By: Chella Courington | Other books by Chella Courington
Categories: Mainstream Romance, Chick Lit/Hen Lit, Contemporary, Women's Fiction
Word Count: 5,000
Heat Level: No Rating
Published By: Musa Publishing

 

"Talking Did Not Come Easily To Diana" is a collection of microfiction with a central character. Diana McPhear, a quirky and well-read MFA in writing, is an adjunct at Earl Warrne Community College. Diana's story is timely, and her funny and sometime irreverent views on her life gives the reader a true insight into the mind of today's academics when 30-60% of all state university and community college faculties are comprised of adjuncts.

"I have not read many (if any) books like this---the fascinating blending of social media and its effects, the academic realities, aspirations and despair, the speculation and desire throughout the collection. This is an important voice in American short prose, contemporary and confident, beautiful and brilliant."
---Lee Herrick, author of This Many Miles from Desire







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Talking Did Not Come Easily to Diana
Talking Did Not Come Easily to Diana

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Cover Art by Kelly Shorten

 

 

Excerpt

Fig Newtons, Hershey Kisses, Lemon Tarts, Twists, Jelly Bellies. Anything that tasted of being a girl again, running out the backdoor with Nancy and rolls of Angel Soft to paper the Walker’s pecan trees. Tissue like tinsel, thrown in streams over nude limbs, changed into moonlight dancers. In the shadows, Diana and Nancy. One day they would know life was a dream, but then bodies were perennial pinks blooming every spring. No matter what they did—Marlboro reds, nose candy, black beauties—nothing marked their leaves. Years later Nancy left a message on Diana’s cell phone. “I still hate math. Math still hates me.” Diana cracked a beer, remembering when Nancy passed her a note in tenth-grade geometry. “Math gives me leukemia.” It was March, and she never returned to class. Mr. Singleton fell for the stricken student and sent Nancy’s homework to her house always with a gift. Her dresser was stacked—Whitman’s sampler, Catcher in the Rye, a poster of Boy George. In June she went into remission and never mentioned geometry again. Holding the cell phone, Diana fell asleep. Her beer cans arranged like two isosceles triangles. Side by side.