There was a story long in the making, slow in the writing that both Eric and Kelly had been working on. Thing is, neither of them knew the other was writing it. Time, distance, experience and a leaking toilet come together to finally tell the story that both of them so wished would be told.
This is NOT some table-thumping tome that will end up unread and gathering dust on your virtual bookshelf – this is simply a well-written romantic short story that will have you flipping over the pages in feverish anticipation – perfect for a lunch break or when you have some time to kill!
But when their younger siblings meet on the dance floor and start a war of their own;
How will Santana deal with his kid brother succeeding where he has failed? #resentfulmuch
An’how can Jasmine’s younger sister dive head first into a war she fled? #thatbitch
In 2014, where texts fly quicker than insults and hashtags are longer than sentences; the present war is simple #whencomparedtothepast
Keith Simms was the type of person people gravitated towards. Perhaps it was his chosen profession of advertising sales that caused him to be so outgoing and friendly. He had prided himself on being an honest, hard-working man whose integrity was more important then making sales. He believed in the goodness of people and it reflected in his face, his expressions, his body language and even in his voice.
The change to him was sudden, shocking, but not unexpected.
Tamara Simms made a stop at a convenience store on her way home from work. The weather was clear, the wind was cool on her skin, and the sun had just set. She needed to top off her tank, pick up a roll of paper towels, and get home in time to bake some Stromboli and get Keith and Ricky (their little boy) ready for the road trip they had scheduled for the next day.
The first shot rang out and hit her clavicle with enough force to spin her around. The items she was carrying strewn about, the second shot struck her at the base of her neck, disconnecting her spinal cord from her brain.
She was dead before she hit the floor.
The robber was a rookie, a 19 year-old kid trying to feed a heroin addiction. He was so wired, when she walked around the corner of the aisle, she startled him and he reacted on impulse. The result was the death of Keith Simms’ beautiful wife.
The killer had taken his eyes off of the clerk and by the time he fired his shot from the .44 Magnum hidden under the counter, it was just too late. It became too late for the killer as well. The clerk shot and his his mark, the left temporal lobe. Instantly dead.
Keith’s mourning had turned into full blown alcoholism and a lack of concern for anyone or anything, except for his sorrowful moments concerning his son, Ricky.
It had been difficult and almost killed him, leaving Ricky without a mother and in reality without a father too.
At the lowest point in his life, in stepped someone new, an angel. She despised Keith at first, but would she have the strength and patience to save him and his son from a fate worse than death? Would her love and adoration for a small innocent boy withstand the shrapnel from his self-destructive father? Will he wake up long enough to see the value of the gift he had been given?
She would either be his redemption, or his destruction…
*Warning* This book contains explicit contains intended for adults.
The third and final section pushes into the present through the eyes, thoughts and imaginings of a journalist nearing the end of his career. Poems of acceptance, of remembrance, little details of life that never important before become planks between acceptance and eternity. Facts give way to dreams and dreams to definition of what his life has been and why. The factual world—lentil soup, the cat asleep—offsets perceptions of monstrous fish, a boyhood unicorn that only he could see as he experiences existence beyond that apparent to routines of daily life.
In Vietnam, the silence that followed battle was eerie, frightening, until the sounds of the jungle resumed—the monkey screams as one G.I. describes it. But the normal to which it returned was itself surreal, something to be apprehended intuitively, not understood by superficial observation. Throughout this book the intuitive pierces the commonplace, transforming the ordinary into something feared, loved, shared.
Terry Atkinson writes pure fiction romances, but her readers often comment that there are many self-help lessons to be learned in her books about love, romance and life. If you need a boost to give you motivation to weather the storms of life and relationships, treat yourself to this short read.