Short Stories From The Road to Astroworld: Astroworld, #1

By Charles Harvey

Embark on an extraordinary voyage to Astroworld with Promise as your spirited guide. In this collection of tales, you'll witness the fascinating tapestry of humor and heartache woven into her epic journey towards a place of true happiness. These stories are just a glimpse of the incredible adventures awaiting you in "Promises Letters from the Road to Astroworld" and the enchanting novel "The Road to Astroworld." Prepare to be captivated by a world where laughter and tears dance in harmony, beckoning you to explore the full tapestry of Promise's extraordinary expedition.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wes Writers and Publishers
• Release date: May 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393946458

Charles Harvey

Charles Harvey taught and practised astrology for over 30 years. His books include ‘Working with Astrology’, ‘Mundane Astrology’ and ‘Sun Sign, Moon Sign’. He was co-ordinator with Liz Greene of The Centre of Psychological Astrology and died in 2000.

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Goose Steps

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Where you going, goose?

Promise stopped.  She had run through the gates of Paradise Gardens and was walking briskly down Lyon’s Avenue with her head outstretched. Her Uncle Bobo and his friends loitered on the porch of a shotgun shack. The porch sagged like the inside of a boat. Two columns that held up the porch’s roof leaned together. Her uncle rested on his elbows between the posts stroking his chin with one hand as he eyed Promise. He held a Styrofoam cup in his other hand. His pals in frumpy clothes gathered around him grinning at her. One fellow wore a bus driver’s dark blue uniform. His silver badge gleamed like a razor blade.  A bright-green bottle sat on the banister shining under the sun’s rays like a jade offering. The men had taken a sip from the bottle. Their eyes were heavy and lustful. Promise put her foot on the bottom step. The air was scented with rain, sweat, and the ripe fruity aroma that drifted out of the bottle. She looked at the grinning men and felt big inside. Their attention was on her. It made her act womanish as Big Mama called it. At the same time she turned her nose up at their clothes. These were old men at least thirty and they dressed foolish. Not one was as Fly as Sugar Face in his glittering jacket and gold chains. He wouldn’t be caught dead in a yellow grandpa suit or a T-shirt with a big black X on the front. And he wouldn’t be caught near a shack drinking wine.

She dismissed them, but still they were men and brought out the sass in her. She put her hands on her hips and looked her uncle straight in his reddish eyes.

Don’t call me no goose.

You was stepping mighty fast there, Pee. Big Mama ain’t riding her broom behind you is she?

You don’t see her do you?

I ain’t got to see her. I can tell she around by the way you flying down the street like a goose. Her Uncle stuck his neck out and flapped his arms. The men laughed and slapped their legs. Promise looked at her Uncle’s big belly shaking like a pillow. His thick ginger colored neck pushed aside the top button of his shirt and the collar opened like tiny wings around his face. When he laughed, his jaws puffed. Pumpkin head, Promise thought. Her older brother Bobo had been nicknamed after this uncle and had the same large head. She was glad she wasn’t