It's Wednesday, which brings our family to a brand-new chapter of our lives: KIDS HOCKEY. My husband valiantly agreed to coach the 5-9 year-old team for the school, and I'll be out there too as one frozen, cheerleading hockey mom. Wish us luck!
In the meantime, here's a snippet from my upcoming release, Flower Swallow.
Pastor’s kinda funny because I know he’s a smart man, but if I were to tell him about everything, about the crying baby ghost and the curst food and what happened to Grandmother, I figure he’d come up with some fancy talk to explain to me why it has nothing to do with the hex that old mudang put on me or the dream I had that morning that I wasn’t supposed to tell no one, not even Mr. Mittens. But if the Son of God can look at a dead man who’s stinking away in his grave and tell him to be alive again and he does it, then why’s it so hard to believe that an old witch can put a curse on you, and not only you but your whole family, too? Because it wasn’t just Grandmother, you know. Twice after her funeral, Mama had accidents in the kitchen. She said they woulda burnt the house down except it didn’t on account of her borrowing one of cranky Mrs. Nosy’s good-luck amulets. It was around that same time that Papa’s net got tore and that might notta been too bad, only he got his arm stuck too, so it broke the bone real good ’til his arm was twisted near completely backwards. I guess Pastor might say those were all cases of bad luck — except he wouldn’t use the word luck of course, he’d talk about the Bible saying it rains on the good like it rains on the wicked and stuff and nonsense like that.
But Pastor’s never seen a flood like we were about to get neither, so I don’t expect he’s knows much what he’s talking about when it comes that sorta thing.
The "Twelve Days of Woong" series includes short snippets from my upcoming novel, Flower Swallow. Get your pre-publication copy NOW when you donate to Liberty in North Korea or read it free on Wattpad.