Ovenbirds and Other Stories
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In this disturbing and powerful, sometimes bitingly funny, short story collection, award-winning author Dorene O’Brien explores the disasters and misadventures that shape or distort lives — among them the plight of a young girl held captive in a remote cabin, an elderly woman bewildered by dementia, a man who takes antidepressants to placate his overly-anxious wife, and more. The title story "Ovenbirds" won the New Millennium Writings Fiction Prize in 2002 and "#12 Dagwood on Rye," the international Bridport Prize in 2004.
Dorene O'Brien
Dorene O’Brien a Detroit-based creative writing teacher and writer whose stories have won the Red Rock Review Mark Twain Award for Short Fiction, the Chicago Tribune Nelson Algren Award, the New Millennium Writings Fiction Prize, and the international Bridport Prize. She is also an NEA creative writing fellow and a Vermont Studio Center writing fellow. Her work has been nominated for two Pushcart prizes, has been published in special Kindle editions and has appeared in the Baltimore Review, Madison Review, Best of Carve Magazine, Short Story Review, Southern Humanities Review, Detroit Noir, Montreal Review, Passages North, and others. Voices of the Lost and Found, her first fiction collection, was a finalist for the Drake Emerging Writer Award and won the USA Best Book Award for Short Fiction. Her second collection, What It Might Feel Like to Hope, was named runner-up in the Mary Roberts Rinehart Fiction Prize and will be released this winter by Baobab Press. She is currently writing a literary/Sci-Fi hybrid novel.
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Ovenbirds and Other Stories - Dorene O'Brien
Ovenbirds
and Other Stories
by Dorene O’Brien
Published by Wordrunner eChapbooks
(an imprint of Wordrunner Press)
Smashwords Edition
ISBN: 978-0463531976
Copyright 2018 Dorene O’Brien
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Contents
Ovenbirds
Wrong Number
Emma Reflected
#12 Dagwood on Rye
Then I Snapped
The Good Daughter
About Dorene O’Brien
About Wordrunner eChapbooks
Ovenbirds
Maybe I’m brushing my daughter’s hair and I see it on her neck, curved, white, like a small smile under her skin. Maybe I’m washing dishes and I see a blue Lincoln framed in the window, the geraniums on the sill perched momentarily on the car’s hood as it glides innocently up the block. Maybe my husband touches my thigh absently, and I feel his fingers drawing heat from the pinched, discolored skin.
_____
He took me from the mall. I wasn’t supposed to be there, but I was. Brenda needed help choosing a prom dress, and Brenda’s demands took precedence over my mother’s. Brenda was popular. She couldn’t drive me home because she was meeting her boyfriend at Louie’s and didn’t want to be late. Maybe if she hadn’t left her credit card at Sak’s, or if we didn’t stop at Farrell’s, or if I were going to prom and had to try on dresses too. What I’m getting at is this: Timing is everything. That was his mantra. That was the first thing he said to me when I came to in a cabin somewhere in the Catskills. I was lying on a cot with my ankles bound by what I later learned was an electrical cord. My mouth felt wet and raw, and when I moved my jaw I heard a popping sound that could have been an explosion a thousand miles away. I touched my mouth first—my hands were not bound, but they were bloody—and my lips were swollen, like balloons. When I gasped, I swallowed hard bits like Chiclets, like eggshells, like pebbles before knowing that they were my broken teeth.
Timing is everything,
he said to me then. I’m a very lucky man.
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You may think that I’m very lucky, too, to have lived to tell this story, and on most days I’d say you’re right. But I’m lucky for lots of other reasons, not the least of which was giving birth a decade later to a healthy baby girl, one who may grow to hate me more than I hate the man who abducted me, because I won’t let her walk to school or ride the bus or go to the mall alone. Maybe you think this is impossible, my daughter hating me more than I hate my abductor. But it’s not. Why? Because he could have been worse. When I came to, tasting blood and swallowing teeth and wondering why I couldn’t feel my feet, I wasn’t staring at a 200-pound man in a black mask waving a sickle, or a group of drunken bikers with chains and grudges. I consider that when I’m pushing my daughter on a swing, or when I’m kneading the knots out of my husband’s back after he’s threaded his way through a house thick with flames. What if my abductor had sent pieces of my body to my parents over the course of a week, a month, a year? Sometimes late at night I try to tally up the parts of the body, to figure out how many days my captor could have kept occupied with slicing, wrapping and mailing. It’s comforting that I don’t think like a lunatic, that I don’t know if he’d count the lips as one or two items, the eyelids, the nostrils. What if he had been a desperate man who’d just lost his wife and, in his incomprehensible loneliness, held me forever?
But my abductor was dark-haired, blue-eyed, slender, and he wore an Orioles baseball cap and jeans. He always said he was a lucky man, and he always said timing was everything, especially in the beginning. I don’t know how many times I passed out that first day, or that first week, and I don’t know if I really passed out or if I thought I passed out. You get disconnected somehow, unplugged, and your life becomes a collection of events that seem random, isolated, broken loose from the constraints of time and space. Waking and dreaming ran together early on, and I wondered if that was what it felt like to die. At first I wasn’t scared. I wasn’t anything. Maybe I was amazed that fate, or God, or whoever was in charge had such a dramatic conclusion in store for me, a nondescript suburban girl with a high IQ, a bad attitude (which today strikes me as pretty standard for a 16-year-old)