Paula Cracker Novels & Stories

Cracker stared at each other silently. "I-I just woke up out of a coma...he said I can go home? I can just get up and leave? What about--they drilled a hole in my head!" Mr. Cracker shrugged. "Mister, this ain't right. This ain't right at all." Mr. Cracker was nodding his head in agreement.

I would have felt disconcerted every second, stripped off my clothes, open to judgment, and felt very, very naked. Three women overlooked all the meals cooked in the pack house, Pauline, Vega, and Anita. Pauline was a sweet twenty-year-old girl who spent half her time here and the other half in the community college in the next city, getting her degree in culinary arts. Her specialty was her sweet cinnamon buns, which vanish after being 15 minutes out of the oven because everyone in the pack loves it so much. Vega was a dependable mother of two, a nine-year-old and a five-year-old, with a very devoted mate and was in charge of deciding the meals of the day, and commanded her troops with an a

I spoke softly. “I’m glad that everyone is gathered here, as I finally unveil my first collection, one I hold dear to my heart and I hope my children will respect and understand as they grow older.” I turned to where the name of the collection had been hidden, it was Tyler’s idea to give it a name in this manner, I glanced at him and he beamed with pride. “Meet,” my voice cracked for the millionth time. I swallowed before I spoke in one breathe, “FIRE CRACKER” The end.