I’m experimenting a bit with including an audio of me reading the post in my best Southern accent, which I hope you can decipher. Hope you enjoy this first effort. Though he had quit by the time I came along, my mother’s father used to be bad to take a drink. She seldom spoke critically of her parents, but on certain occasions, when she felt particularly morose, she recounted tales of his drunken bouts, the violence that ensued, and the scars left behind, both on the body and the soul.
Thanks, Mary Lois. I was wondering how that those to would pair, the tension of the story and the folksy tone of the voice. I love storytellers who can coax you into an unguarded state before you realize the horror they have led you into. There is a surrealness when done, and sustained.
I didn't remember you sounding that way, but it's very amusing in this hair-raising story.
Thanks, Mary Lois. I was wondering how that those to would pair, the tension of the story and the folksy tone of the voice. I love storytellers who can coax you into an unguarded state before you realize the horror they have led you into. There is a surrealness when done, and sustained.