Little Tea
by Claire Fullerton
About Little Tea
Little Tea
Southern Fiction
Publisher: Firefly Southern Fiction (April 28, 2020)
Paperback: 252 pages
ISBN-10: 1645262596
ISBN-13: 978-1645262596
Digital ASIN: B0817J667Y
Southern Culture … Old Friendships … Family Tragedy
One phone call from Renny to come home and “see about” the capricious Ava and Celia Wakefield decides to overlook her distressful past in the name of friendship.
For three reflective days at Renny’s lake house in Heber Springs, Arkansas, the three childhood friends reunite and examine life, love, marriage, and the ties that bind, even though Celia’s personal story has yet to be healed. When the past arrives at the lake house door in the form of her old boyfriend, Celia must revisit the life she’d tried to outrun.
As her idyllic coming of age alongside her best friend, Little Tea, on her family’s ancestral grounds in bucolic Como, Mississippi unfolds, Celia realizes there is no better place to accept her own story than in this circle of friends who have remained beside her throughout the years. Theirs is a friendship that can talk any life sorrow into a comic tragedy, and now that the racial divide in the Deep South has evolved, Celia wonders if friendship can triumph over history.
Read an Excerpt
Excerpt from Little Tea:
“Hey, Little Tea,” Hayward called as she and I sat crossed legged on the north
side of the verandah. “I bet I can beat you to the mailbox and back.” It was a
Saturday afternoon in early June, and we’d spread the church section of the
Como Panolian beneath us and positioned ourselves beneath one of the pair
of box windows gracing either side of the front door. The front door was fully
open, but its screen was latched to keep the bugs from funneling into the
entrance hall. They’d be borne from the current of the verandah ceiling fans
that stirred a humidity so pervasive and wilting, there was no escaping until
the weather cooled in early November. The glass pitcher of sweet tea Elvita
gave us sat opaque and sweating, reducing crescents of ice to weak
bobbing smiles around a flaccid slice of lemon.
Little Tea stood to her full height at Hayward’s challenge, her hand on her hip,
her oval eyes narrowed. “Go on with yourself,” she said to Hayward, which
was Little Tea’s standard way of dismissal.
“I bet I can,” Hayward pressed, standing alongside Rufus, his two-year-old
Redbone coonhound who shadowed him everywhere.
Little Tea took a mighty step forward. “And you best get that dog outta here
’fore he upends this here paint. Miss Shirley gone be pitching a fit you
get paint on her verandah.”
“Then come race me,” Hayward persisted. “Rufus will follow me down the
driveway. You just don’t want to race because I beat you the last time.”
“You beat me because you a cheat,” Little Tea snapped.
“She’s right, Hayward,” I said. “You took off first, I saw you.”
“It’s not my fault she’s slow on the trigger,” Hayward responded. “Little Tea
hesitated; I just took the advantage.”
“I’ll be taking advantage now,” she stated, walking down the four brick steps
to where Hayward and Rufus stood.
At ten years old, Little Tea was taller than me and almost as tall as
Hayward. She had long, wire-thin limbs whose elegance belied their
dependable strength, and a way of walking from an exaggerated lift of
her knees that never disturbed her steady carriage. She was regal at
every well-defined angle, with shoulders spanning twice the width of
her tapered waist and a swan neck that pronounced her determined jaw.
Smiling, Hayward bounced on the balls of his feet, every inch of his lithe
body coiled and ready to spring. There was no refusing Hayward’s smile,
and he knew it. It was a thousand-watt pirate smile whose influence could
create a domino effect through a crowd. I’d seen Hayward’s smile buckle
the most resistant of moods; there was no turning away from its white-toothed
, winsome source. When my brother smiled, he issued an invitation to the
world to get the joke.
Typically, the whole world would.
“Celia, run fetch us a stick,” Little Tea directed, her feet scratching on the
gravel driveway as she marched to the dusty quarter-mile stretch from our
house to the mailbox on Old Panola road. I sprang from the verandah to the
grass on the other side of the driveway and broke a long, sturdy twig from an
oak branch. “Set it right here,” Little Tea pointed, and I placed it horizontally
before her. But Rufus rushed upon the stick and brought it straight to Hayward,
who rubbed his russet head and praised, “Good boy.”
“Even that dog of yours a cheat,” Little Tea said, but she, too, rubbed his head
then replaced the stick on the ground. “Now come stand behind here. Celia’s
going to give us a fair shake. We’ll run when she says run.” Her hands wen
t to her hips. “Now what you gonna give me when I win?”
“The reward of pride and satisfaction,” Hayward said, and just then the
screen door on the verandah flew wide and my brother John came sauntering
out.
“On go,” I called from my position on the side of the driveway, where I
hawkishly monitored the stick to catch a foot creeping forward. Looking
from Hayward to Little Tea to make sure I had their attention, I used a steady
cadence announcing, “Ready … set … go.”
Off the pair flew, dust scattering, arms flailing; off in airborne flight, side by
side, until Little Tea broke loose and left Hayward paces behind. I could see
their progression until the bend in the driveway obstructed my vision but had
little doubt about what was happening. Little Tea was an anomaly in Como,
Mississippi. She was the undisputed champion in our age group of the region’s
track and field competition and was considered by everyone an athlete to watch,
which is why Hayward continuously challenged her to practice. Presently, I
saw the two walking toward me. Hayward had his arm around Little Tea’s
shoulder, and I could see her head poised, listening as he chattered with vivid
animation.
“You should have seen it,” Hayward breathlessly said when they reached me.
“She beat me easily by three seconds—I looked at my watch.”
“Three seconds? That doesn’t seem like much,” I said.
“Listen Celia, a second is as good as a mile when you’re talking time.
I’m two years older and a boy, so believe me, Little Tea’s already got the
makings of a star athlete.” He grinned. “But we already knew this.”
About Claire Fullerton
Claire Fullerton hails from Memphis, TN. and now lives in Malibu, CA. with her husband and 3 German shepherds. She is the author of Mourning Dove, a coming of age, Southern family saga set in 1970's Memphis. Mourning Dove is a five-time award winner, including the Literary Classics Words on Wings for Book of the Year, and the Ippy Award silver medal in regional fiction ( Southeast.) Claire is also the author of Dancing to an Irish Reel, a Kindle Book Review and Readers' Favorite award winner that is set on the west coast of Ireland, where she once lived. Claire's first novel is a paranormal mystery set in two time periods titled, A Portal in Time, set in Carmel-by-the-Sea, California. She is a contributor to the book, A Southern Season with her novella, Through an Autumn Window, set at a Memphis funeral ( because something always goes wrong at a Southern funeral.) Little Tea is Claire's 4th novel and is set in the Deep South. It is the story of the bonds of female friendship, healing the past, and outdated racial relations. Little Tea is the August selection of the Pulpwood Queens, a Faulkner Society finalist in the William Wisdom international competition, and on the short list of the Chanticleer Review's Somerset award. She is represented by Julie Gwinn of the Seymour Literary.
Author Links Website - https//www.clairefullerton.comInstagram - http://www.instagram.com/cffullerton
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