Uplifted from Shame

By Jeanette Winsor

...criminal...the only word to describe Tobias Murphy -- until he meets his match.

By day, Tobias’s job as a fisherman on the rough Atlantic Ocean leaves him dreadfully sea sick. But at night, he’s back to his old self and enjoys nothing more than causing trouble and wreaking havoc in his quiet community...until the night he tries to atone for his sins.
In a burning church, with the Devil hauling him into hell, he makes a promise that soon comes back to haunt him.

A Silver Cape Cove Short

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jeanette Winsor
• Release date: Jun 9, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005993795

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UPLIFTED FROM SHAME

A SILVER CAPE COVE SHORT

JEANETTE WINSOR

Uplifted From Shame: A Silver Cape Cove Short Story

Copyright © 2021 by Jeanette Winsor

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishment, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Uplifted from Shame

Dusk. The time of day he loves the best because after dark he’s alone and can do anything he wants. Although most nights he’s too tired. Too tired from fishing, too tired from the seasickness that has plagued him every day of every fishing season since he started on the water four years ago. At his age—he’ll be eighteen in the fall—he should be used to it.

Sneaking out the back door, Tobias crosses the road halfway up Big Hill and sallies on toward the Battery, a collection of cliffs surrounding Silver Cape Cove. The physical danger lays right at his feet with the gullies that cut into the land, hidden beneath the berry bushes, low grasses, and the stunted trees—the starrigans.

The other danger is in his head. The notions he gets sometimes scares the bejesus out of him. He wants to wound something, or someone, just the way he’s wounded daily. The loss of his mother, the violence of his older brothers, Syd, Gus, and Robert, the absolute disregard his father shows for him can take the heart right out of a man.

Standing for a moment, he listens to the gulls, the sea breaking on the rocks. Maybe he should just go home, go to bed.

He runs his hand through his thick red hair. A cowardly turd, he is. He barks out a laugh. Danger draws him here but the cliffs are the least of his worries. He knows his way around them—solid masses that keep him steady—unlike the friggin’ sea below that changes and shifts and heaves ‘til a man is never sure where he’s going to land.

Tobe, where’s ya goin’?

Damn.

Henry and George, the last two he wants to get tangled up with tonight. He doesn’t need to be involved with them to think up old shit to do, pranks to play, pure devilry that leaves anyone in its wake, scorched.

The rays from the sinking sun illuminate them. George with a cigarette in his hand, his hair falling over one eye. Henry with a bottle sticking out from his jacket pocket, his shirt and pants, rumpled and dusty.

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