I was born in a thunderstorm. Momma woke up at the beginning of it, clutching her bulging torso, and by the end, there I was.
"Came into this world screaming like the devil himself was after her," she liked to say. "My first glimpse of my baby girl was during a flash of lightning. Everything was black and white, 'cept for her. She was a red, glistening thing. So I named her Ruby."
Momma thought this was poetic. She didn't realize it made her sound simple. I lived with her for twenty years, and all that time, I thought she was simple. It was only after she died that I realized how smart she was.
"Don't ever fuck a man prettier than you are," she'd told me.
If only I had listened to her...
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Clever is the Devil
ParanormalStop reading. Stop dreaming. Stop wishing for more. Stop alienating yourself. Make friends. Date. Track down your mother's family. Surround yourself with people who will care if you go missing. This is the advice I wish someone had given me. I imp...
