Except from The Purple Girl by Audrey Kane
Chapter One
THE BABY
This is how the story
was told to me.
When the midwife brought me into the world, she let out a scream. Hands
When the midwife brought me into the world, she let out a scream. Hands
trembling, she swaddled
me in a white blanket, leaving only a small opening so I could breathe. She
refused to let my mother see me until my father appeared and stood by her side.
Purple mist seeped through the white blanket, staining the midwife’s fingers.
“God
help us all. This baby is cursed!” the midwife cried, thrusting me into my
father’s arms. She grabbed a rag and tried to scrub the stains off her hands.
As
my father unwrapped me, the color drained from his face.
My
mother, weak from the delivery, reached toward him...or perhaps to me.
“What’s wrong?”
After a moment, he held me up.
My mother wailed when she saw her purple baby.
After a moment, he held me up.
My mother wailed when she saw her purple baby.
My
father turned away from her and laid me in the cradle, far from my mother, his
fingers shaking as he bundled me in the plum-colored blanket. He remained
silent, wiping his purple stained palms on his pants. The stains wouldn’t stay
on him forever...only a few moments...but he didn’t know that then.
“Oh,
Samuel,” my mother sobbed. “How did this happen?”
My
father gazed into my eyes, and when he finally spoke, his voice broke.
“We’ll call her
Violet.”
About the Author
As a writer, and also a designer of
tapestries with a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree from the University of Georgia,
it is only natural for Audrey to weave visual stories. When she is not
designing tapestries, she is busy conjuring up characters that find themselves
in extraordinary situations. Between carpools and design work, she is plotting,
scheming, writing, and revising. She lives in North Carolina with her husband,
their three children, and her unruly dog, Rascals. Audrey's favorite time to
write is in the early morning while her family sleeps. With Rascals sprawled
out snoring beside her, it only takes one oversized cup of coffee to get her
mind moving.
Audrey is
a member of the Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators. She
loves traveling, museums, and blackberry-apple pie. Actually, she loves all
kinds of pie. And she especially loves her family—even if
they aren’t purple. You can visit her at: www.audreykane.com.
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