Since I’m close (kinda) to finishing the novel I’ve been working on for the past almost two years, I figured I’d get the hype train rolling. So far the only passengers are me and my mom but there are plenty of seats. So here’s a very brief excerpt. Enjoy.
“Every so often I got brief flashes of what it was like to be a younger me, to be without much care and to be running headlong around these corners and up into trees or down into shucks or to go rolling and tumbling in the fields; making arbitrary reasons to run from The Sheds to our base, to the Barn and back to the house, from tree to tree, hiding periodically from an unseen force that might, once it spied me, take my life (even if at the time I did not fully understand the severity of a life taken). Patrick would run beside me, or after me, and Calvin and the other Heads. We would roam these fields and the adjacent woods, collecting conkers and straight sticks that we marvelled at for their supposed rebellion against natures desire to curl.”