Plum Tree
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Driving with her Dad to visit Aunt May is his idea of how to help Tina out of a depression that's lasted months. But the highway is boring, the weather is hot, and she's seen enough rocks and sticks for a lifetime. Tina is so preoccupied with her thoughts and memories that she hardly sees the world changing around her. When Tina and her Dad stop in a small town that hasn't changed much since 1918, it's a chance for her thoughts and memories to shuffle into an order that might make a little more sense.
New from Doublejoy Books is the short novel Plum Tree, a story of transition from place to place and time to time. There's no fanfare or surprise when Tina meets young Tim, who lost his mother to the Spanish flu. As she shifts from childhood to youth, from present to past and future, she's thinking of how to connect her music with people. As Tina says, Local stories. There could be a lot of them, especially if you didn't need them to be about guns and crimes but maybe about sports or inventing things. Or just ordinary life but as if it counted.
Paula Johanson
Paula Johanson is a Canadian writer. A graduate of the University of Victoria with an MA in Canadian literature, she has worked as a security guard, a short order cook, a teacher, newspaper writer, and more. As well as editing books and teaching materials, she has run an organic-method small farm with her spouse, raised gifted twins, and cleaned university dormitories. In addition to novels and stories, she is the author of forty-two books written for educational publishers, among them The Paleolithic Revolution and Women Writers from the series Defying Convention: Women Who Changed The World. Johanson is an active member of SF Canada, the national association of science fiction and fantasy authors.
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Plum Tree - Paula Johanson
Chapter One
T here’s another waterfall , Tina.
Her father pointed with one hand then quickly put it back on the wheel as he guided their car around a curve in the highway. All the shadows changed again, and the sun was in her eyes just like it was every five minutes since they had driven into the mountains. This one must run into a stream that runs into a river that drains into the Pacific. I checked earlier, on the map, before we headed out this morning. We’re in a new watershed,
he explained. No more streams draining into the Saskatchewan River and then into Hudson’s Bay. Everything around here drains into the Columbia River, and through it into the Pacific Ocean, even that little waterfall.
Some waterfall,
Tina grunted. Not even a stream. We haven’t even seen anything like a real river for two days. Just dribbles of water over rocks and sticks beside the highway. And some highway this is,
she mumbled, looking at her music player instead of out the passenger window.
Her father shrugged. So the Oldman River wasn’t big enough for you, eh? We’ll get you over to see the Fraser, later today when we’re nearing Vancouver. Or maybe on our way back to Saskatoon, we’ll go north for a while, through Edmonton, and you can see the North Saskatchewan. Those rivers are big enough for anybody.
He let their station wagon drift towards the shoulder, so a pick-up truck could pass them on a straight stretch of road.
The truck’s engine noise built up loud, louder as it was passing, and then dropped suddenly both in volume and tone as it pulled ahead. MmmmmRRRRRRRRrowwwww was how Tina heard it. On highways near home, she didn’t really pay much attention to trucks, but she’d already learned trucks were more noticeable when they passed you on hills, going up or down, or going around curves. They weren’t driving on prairie highways anymore, not since this morning. This road wound in curves and twists around mountains, and up and over passes, and for some reason her dad just wasn’t driving as fast as he did when they were headed to the lake or something, back home.
And if you think this isn’t a highway, we can always head back to Alberta and try some of those secondary highways,
her dad added. Ten or twenty miles of gravel road will teach you to appreciate pavement.
He can’t be serious about heading back to Alberta right away, Tina thought. Dad! You wouldn’t! You can’t turn around; we just got out of there. You promised we’d go to Vancouver and visit Aunt May.
When he grinned, she realised that he was only joking. Anyway, three days in Southern Alberta is enough. I’m cooked! I feel like a french fry,
she said sourly.
Funny, you look like one too,
he teased, but that joke hadn’t made her laugh in years. You’ll be less hot if you wear something light-weight and light-coloured. You’ve got shorts and a white t-shirt to put on, why don’t you get in back and change?
he suggested.
I like black,
Tina said flatly. Her black Dr Martens boots were still shiny and looked good with her black tights and the black tunic that Aunt May had handed down to her. Aunt May played guitar for Drum Machine and never combed her hair. Black Is The Colour, says Aunt May, and One Is The Number. She also says Live In The Moment. That’s where she gets her inspiration, living in the moment.
Her dad lost a little of his determined cheerfulness. You’ve already worn these clothes for two days,
he pointed out.
Maybe I’ll wear them when I play in a band like Aunt May.
And I’ll have a tattoo like the one she showed me, she promised herself. And maybe another like the one she wouldn’t show me... if I like whatever it is. Or a bird instead. But no piercings. Lip rings are disgusting.
And you’ll jam together on stage, and when you’re done and walk out through the cheering crowd of all your adoring fans, we’ll say, ‘Elvis has left the building.’
This week he seemed to like the idea of her playing in a band someday but then, now that school was out, her jazz quartet wasn’t doing rehearsals after school in his garage anymore. He hadn’t yet heard about her plans for a tattoo. You’ll want to wear something more ordinary when we stop for lunch, though.
His grin flickered . Unless you want people to stare again.
Oh yeah, like when we went through Kipp. Welcome to Kipp, population 8,
she said as if she were reading it off the hand-lettered sign again, at the place where they’d bought gas and chocolate bars two days ago. Just north of Whoop-Up. Whoop dee doo. What do people do in a place like that, anyway, when no one’s there to stare at?
Pretty nice family selling gas there,
her dad said after a while. They just thought you looked different, dressed all in black. Mostly when people dress up here it's part of some old-time costume event, is all. There are a couple of those events for the tourists every summer in Lethbridge and Calgary, and even back home in Saskatoon. You liked the one we went to last summer,
he said with a wink, but Tina just shrugged and stared out the window. Didn’t you?
After she was quiet for a while, he went on: Yeah, the Kipp family did kind of stare at you and watch us leaving. It really was an ‘Elvis has left the building’ moment. Good practise for when you get famous. Anyway, they gave us some good advice, like going to Head-Smashed-In Buffalo Jump and the Japanese garden before heading west.
Tina didn’t know what the gardeners or designers or whoever thought they were doing when that Japanese garden was made. What kind of garden has flowers planted outside the wall by the parking lot, and nothing to look at in the garden but trees and grass? She didn’t say that, though. Lately she got the feeling that her father was counting how many smart aleck things she said in an hour or so. If she said too many, he’d play one of his mellow music discs or guided imagery lectures again. Guided imagery was freaky. She preferred her own imagination, thank you very much. Imagining things was something she was very good at, having a lot of practice.
As for the music, Tina had heard enough of the Crash Test Dummies and Barenaked Ladies already on this trip to last her forever. When it came to her dad’s choice of