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Opelika Opiate
Opelika Opiate
Opelika Opiate
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“Opiate” – to induce sleep; to stupefy; to hijack the brain and change its normal function.


Opelika, Alabama – where cars, men, and race collide to unhinge the life of a young woman. Piecing it back together will require figuring out the role she played, and who she really is – or wants to be.  

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Release dateJun 23, 2023
ISBN9781649799999
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Vicki Kay Turpen

Vicki Kay Turpen lives with four of her five children on an intentional family farm in Albuquerque’s South Valley. She has an MA in education. Vicki co-founded the Durango Lively Arts Co. in Colorado. For over 20 years, she taught junior and high school drama, producing plays and musicals. She has published articles for The Christian Science Publishing Society. In 2019, Vicki published her first work of fiction, The Delicate Balance, co-authored with one of her daughters. She is a member of both Rotary del Sol and Southwest Writers in Albuquerque, NM.

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    Opelika Opiate - Vicki Kay Turpen

    About the Author

    Vicki Kay Turpen lives with four of her five children on an intentional family farm in Albuquerque’s South Valley. She has an MA in education. Vicki co-founded the Durango Lively Arts Co. in Colorado. For over 20 years, she taught junior and high school drama, producing plays and musicals. She has published articles for The Christian Science Publishing Society. In 2019, Vicki published her first work of fiction, The Delicate Balance, co-authored with one of her daughters. She is a member of both Rotary del Sol and Southwest Writers in Albuquerque, NM.

    Dedication

    To all the lovely women who have blessed my life these past 60 years – Kelly, Shannon, Elizabeth, Toni, Vanessa, Emily, Rachael, Christine, Casey, Maia – who know the power of never being a victim.

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    Vicki Kay Turpen 2023

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    Any person who commits any unauthorized act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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    Turpen, Vicki Kay

    Opelika Opiate

    ISBN 9781649799975 (Paperback)

    ISBN 9781649799999 (ePub e-book)

    ISBN 9781649799982 (Audiobook)

    Library of Congress Control Number: 2023904552

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    First Published 2023

    Austin Macauley Publishers LLC

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    Acknowledgment

    To my daughters:

    Kelly, for helping me put together the initial storyline.

    Shannon, for helping with computer glitches and editing through to publishing.

    And Toni, who copied all the sketches and came up with the cover idea for the technical team.

    And to my friend, Betty Kilpatrick, for research and art ideas.

    To all the women in my life who have inspired me and kept reminding me to remember that we are all created free and blessed.

    I do not wish women to have power over men, but over themselves.

    –Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

    Opelika Opiate 2019

    Foreword

    Karla Sue had not thought about that week in Opelika for years. She had not needed to remember that incident until now. Now it hit her as a sudden wind from nowhere. She remembered her fear for Gabe and the bad dreams mixed with Spanish moss and the dirty wind shield. That was years ago, but it all came back because of the women in the media, the anger, and hatred, all the accusations concerning abuse and rape. It was due to the ugly details and rampage that the whole week reappeared in black and white across her memory.

    The Psalmist wrote centuries ago: ‘I shall not fear what flesh can do unto me.’ Her life had been filled with the wonderful truths from literature, truths that encourage, renew, and expand life. There had been a successful career, a happy marriage, and oh, the children.

    She had been determined to think better thoughts, to forge ahead into a bright knowledge of life. But in Opelika, there had been the handsome man and there had been Gabe. Yes, in Opelika, there had been Gabe.

    How could she forget dear Gabe?

    Carla Sue remembers how it felt to be fifteen.

    Now she remembers,

    Opelika Opiate 1954

    Morning, Day Two

    She wanted to feel safe in the automobile, but she didn’t. It was getting hot. She would feel safer if she could roll up the windows, except that would make the Nash Sedan even hotter. A tiny breeze brought with it the stink of rotting earth and then a wave of more heat.

    Karla Sue began to perspire, and she felt embarrassing stains appear wherever her skin touched her blouse. The seat underneath her was wet, and moisture began creeping, so even her shorts felt clammy.

    Other folks had gotten in their vehicles and left. Beyond where the car was parked, the woods were dark and thick except for the railroad tracks. The only sounds came from the katydids in the trees. The windshield was blotched with dried blood and bug guts from yesterday. Looking through it made the moss-covered trees and sky all crooked and twisted like scattered pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Even the railroad tracks looked like they were jutted and curved at angles.

    The windshield needed cleaning. When driving across Florida and Georgia, boys at Firestone Stations had spent time endlessly cleaning the windows and

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