From an Unpublished Novel

Page 69 . . .

. . . and everything went from bad to worse. Or so I thought. My unthinking brain prevented the use of another expletive deletive. Or so I thought.

orange sky
forest fire haze
from far away

Page 100 . . .

. . . and I know my first novel wasn’t going anywhere. It also screamed DELETE! DELETE! Put yourself on death row. Stand in line, and wait for your turn through the great paper shredder in the sky.

weather report
rain followed by
sun then snow

Page 171 . . .

. . . and my granddaughter smiled at me. So much to learn, so much to teach her.

I too smiled, knowing the story will not end.

Push me Higher!
the laughter
in my ears