| Author: | Doris Teresa Wight | ISBN: | 9781311895592 |
| Publisher: | Doris Teresa Wight | Publication: | October 7, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Doris Teresa Wight |
| ISBN: | 9781311895592 |
| Publisher: | Doris Teresa Wight |
| Publication: | October 7, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
Life was simple in the 50s and 60s – or was it? Not every woman lived the life of June Cleaver. Murder, suicide, mental illness, sexual abuse and rape were unfortunate realities even back then. With bold and shockingly graphic detail, these short stories enlighten us to the harsh realities some woman faced in the “good old days.” Entertaining, surprising and sometimes disturbing, these fictional stories will tug at your heartstrings.
“After she brought down to the basement some Heimat Gazettes from the three-foot pile of them in the corner of the living room, Marlene Nurnberg spread them out carefully, using them to absorb the blood gushing from Hans Nurnberg's neck. This was after Marlene had somehow managed to drag Hans Nurnberg's body by one leg down the basement stairs and over to the workbench. Far into that Saturday night she had labored, beginning with the use of a crosscut saw and hack saw to sever Hans Nurnberg's head, which afterwards old Marlene had put up on the shelf above the workbench to supervise her subsequent activities.”
Life was simple in the 50s and 60s – or was it? Not every woman lived the life of June Cleaver. Murder, suicide, mental illness, sexual abuse and rape were unfortunate realities even back then. With bold and shockingly graphic detail, these short stories enlighten us to the harsh realities some woman faced in the “good old days.” Entertaining, surprising and sometimes disturbing, these fictional stories will tug at your heartstrings.
“After she brought down to the basement some Heimat Gazettes from the three-foot pile of them in the corner of the living room, Marlene Nurnberg spread them out carefully, using them to absorb the blood gushing from Hans Nurnberg's neck. This was after Marlene had somehow managed to drag Hans Nurnberg's body by one leg down the basement stairs and over to the workbench. Far into that Saturday night she had labored, beginning with the use of a crosscut saw and hack saw to sever Hans Nurnberg's head, which afterwards old Marlene had put up on the shelf above the workbench to supervise her subsequent activities.”
