Here is a little excerpt for you. Always: comments and critiques are welcome.
“I feel a connection to this story
Keef. This story intrigues me; I need to know how it will end.”
Keef sat back, disbelief and concern
fighting for his attention.
“Ya think this story yer after is gonna
end well?”
32 spread his fingers wide, “I can’t
say a thing.”
They both leaned back in their wicker
chairs. The soft hum of a fan overhead keeping time with their thoughts. The
wind blew through the trees, bringing the smells of gardenia and coconut. From
off the water the salt air stirred these together. It could have made a decent
perfume. Birds called out to each other. A few critters ran amok among the
foliage and branches of mangroves.
Keef sighed, then took a drink. He
cleared his throat once, twice. A few more minutes slipped by.
“32,” Keef cleared his throat again,
“what happens next?”
32 sighed, a soft release of breath
that barely stirred the air. He’d been thinking the same thing since finding
that first clue in the islands public library. A sort of note pressed into an
old book of laws and regulations. A book no one thought to look at twice, or
even once. His only reasoning for picking the book up was to prove a point to
his neighbor. The note had been written almost a century before. The neat,
precise hand could belong to anyone, there was no sign of a rushed hand.
What are you working on this month?
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