Messages
By Gail Pallotta
Just in time for Christmas, a
collection of inspirational poems and short stories
About Messages
Find inspiration for our hectic times in these straight-forward poems for
happy and sad days.
Find history, warmth and a touch of the paranormal in three stories.
Getting the Goat peeks into the early 1900's when mountain life was
tough. Does Mama's advice hold true today?
In
Stitches in Love Rose's deep love for her grandmother motivates
others to share their gifts. Does Rose reap her reward?
Robert Horner is tempted in
The Stranger, but does he succumb to
the lure?
Print copies coming soon!
Excerpt from the Poems
"...Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul
and with all your mind.
This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: Love
your neighbor as yourself." Matthew: 22: 37 - 39
Refreshed
Sometimes life
uncovers a sharp, ugly snare
snarling, like a grizzly bear.
Reluctantly we confess
we’re in a forest of distress
where, hopes, like leaves
have fallen off the trees.
Winter icicles we see
hanging on a barren tree.
Life seems hard and cold,
and we feel very old.
How our life has past.
"Where did it go?" we ask.
Then like miracles untold,
new joys unfold.
Love brings blossoms of spring.
The forest begins to sing.
Empty branches
bear new leaves.
With promise, our heart dances,
and our soul no longer grieves.
Looking up, toward the sun,
we say, “My, my life’s just begun.”
Excerpt from Stitches in
Love
By Gail Pallotta
"Hi. I'm home for the whole month of June. I'm coming to visit you
every day."
Grandma Jackie lifted her head ever so slightly toward Rose, but she didn't
utter a word, and no signs of life flickered in her eyes.
Rose stood and weakness swept over her like a hurricane coming ashore. She
let herself out and locked the door with the key Grandma Jackie had given her
seven years ago—the year Rose had turned sixteen. Sobs erupted from the depths
of her soul as she slipped into her two-door coupe and drove to 143 Broadway.
Within minutes she walked toward the white-columned two-story home while she
bent double holding her stomach. It was a hot, dry day in Springdale, Georgia.
No breeze stirred, and the humidity as high as a kite. Air conditioning
caressed Rose's face when she opened the front door. Clearing the foyer, she
hurried up the oak staircase to her room. Tears flooding her eyes blurred the
flowers on the pink and green comforter as she stepped to it and fell face-down
on the bed.
Amy, Rose's mama, had called last week about Grandma Jackie's health. Rose
could hear her distressed words now.
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"Mama hasn't been the same since Dad died. She's been slipping away
little by little. The doctors say nothing is wrong other than high blood
pressure and cholesterol, but she's just not herself I've hired Miz Mary Clark,
a local caretaker, to come during the day to make sure she takes her medicine
and to tend to her personal needs."
That's why Rose had come home to see Grandma Jackie. It was worse than she
had suspected. There must be something someone could do. She sat up and wiped
her cheeks. What if she picked the peaches off the tree and told Grandma Jackie
to make a pie? No. The last time Rose talked to Grandma Jackie on the phone
she'd told Rose cooking at the homeless shelter wore her out.
Doing things for others pleased Grandma Jackie, but maybe she'd reached a
time when she needed others to do something for her. What? She liked to read,
but that wouldn't make her want to live. Sweat popped out on Rose's forehead.
What did Grandma Jackie love enough to get up and do every day?
Excerpt from Getting the
Goat
By Gail Pallotta
What was wrong with this animal? Why did Father think he could handle her?
His heart pounded as he stood. He raced after the unruly creature, blood
flowing from a cut on his leg. She ran in a circle, Norman behind her panting
until she halted and let him clutch the leash hanging by her side.
He led her to the tree, secured her, and brushed off his hands. Anger at the
goat for her meanness festered inside him, but ire in the boy who wanted to be
a man boiled over because she'd gotten the better of him. He hurried to the
house and charged inside.
"Mother, look what the goat did."
His mother's eyes filled with compassion. "Sit down." She guided
him to a straight back chair at the wooden kitchen table, grabbed a cloth,
cleaned his wound and applied iodine. "I'm sorry. Leave the chore for
today and try again tomorrow after school."
Norman gasped. "You want me to go back?"
Eleanor hugged him. "If you don't graze the goat, she won't eat, and we
won't have milk. We must all do our part while Father's sharing the
Gospel."
Norman knew better than to argue. He gritted his teeth. Why did they have to
suffer to hold body and soul together on the side of this...what had his
grandmother called it? This desolate mountain so Father could save heathens in
the hills?
Eleanor patted his shoulder. "You'll feel better tomorrow."
Excerpt from The
Stranger
By Gail Pallotta
Stress shot through every muscle in Robert's body. "That's ridiculous,
Mac. No one turns down money."
"I've been perfecting the design of these nails for years. I painted
the tops to keep them separate from my regular supply." He picked up a
nail and rolled it around in his hand. "I'm going to market these. Then
you can have some for exactly what it costs to manufacture them."
Sweat popped out on Robert's forehead. "What's so unusual about
them?"
Mac raised his dark, thick eyebrows. "I'll tell you and everyone else
after my final test on Monday."
Robert tried to sound pitiful. "I need to put them in an old green
table."
Mac laid down the nail and lifted a small box off the shelf. "Paint the
tops of these nails." He handed them to Robert. "You can have them.
The box is nearly empty."
"I'll give you a thousand dollars for the green-tipped nails."
Mac's mouth gaped. "I should make quite a bit of money if they stand up
to my test, but I can't imagine why you'd want to pay so much."
"This is instant cash. Think it over, and I'll call later." Robert
trudged through the sawdust on the floor and left, wringing his hands. His
anger over Mac's refusal pounded in his temples. If Mac rejected his offer
again when he called, he'd up his price to two thousand."
Fresh air whipped around him, cooling his ire, un-jumbling the thoughts
popping around in his head like popcorn. "Hmm. Maybe there was something
else he could do. Mac told him to take those other nails. He could paint them,
but that creepy stranger probably would know the difference. He'd take the
green-tipped nails. Yeah. He had a right to make a living.
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Bio:
Award-winning author Gail
Pallotta’s a wife, Mom, swimmer and bargain shopper who loves God, beach
sunsets and getting together with friends and family. A former regional writer
of the year for American Christian Writers Association, she won Clash of the
Titles in 2010. Her teen book,
Stopped Cold, was a best-seller on All
Romance eBooks, finished fourth in the Preditors and Editors readers’ poll, and
was a finalist for the 2013 Grace Awards. She’s published short stories in
“
Splickety” magazine and
Sweet Freedom with a Slice of Peach Cobbler.
Some of her published articles appear in anthologies while two are in museums.
Coming soon:
Barely above Water from Prism Book Group. Visit Gail’s web
site at http://www.gailpallotta.com