Correction Line - The Beginning

As mentioned, my first novel, Correction Line will soon be available as a Kindle e-book. Following that I will be releasing other electronic versions.

In the next couple of weeks, I will be posting a few excerpts, along with some other artistic bits.

To start with - here is a look at the beginning of the novel. A section called: Awake

Frank awoke with a picture of the house, a ragged thumbprint in his mind's eye, blue paint mostly gone, ashen gray clapboards formed a bent rectangle on a flat and burnt horizon. He dressed, made a sandwich, brewed a thermos of coffee, got into his Dodge and drove away, didn't even bother to lock the doors. He'd left it long enough – if he'd didn't do something now, his family would never be safe.

The dreams he'd been having made it clear, a sacrifice had to be made. It didn't make sense, but little did the last few years. It was time for a shift away from the path.

He drove nine hours straight, swigging lukewarm coffee and popping pink wake-ups, watching the stars wink out and the sky light a field of ripe flax a shade of cobalt that made his eyes swim. He stopped for gas, grabbed a large soda, and a handful of Mars bars. It kept him going for a few more hours, but he was drifting. His mind moved through the different sensations he'd experienced, like flipping channels on an old black and white TV. Click. His wife, a soft exterior that encased a strong core, she also felt the spectre of danger that filled his life. Click. He flipped to the man in the gray-blue house, whose very presence emitted a darkness that surrounded Frank like a hulking mass. Click. His daughter, on the edge of puberty when he left, innocent, yet something in her eyes that told him she possessed her mother's gifts. And now she was a young woman, beautiful and so very strong.