Chapter 1 – Boy Angel
Almost April. The day was a picture postcard but my life was like an abstract painting thrown onto a canvas by a crazy artist. Fain, a sleek dark greyhound walked slowly beside me in our orchard. White sun and thick drifting clouds competed in a game of shadows. A sweet breeze met us with faint perfume of wild violets. My green hoodie was warm enough, just barely warm enough. I checked the pockets – cellphone in the right, piece of paper in the left.
Always, this grove
of trees had been so comforting when I visited my grandparents every summer. It was like druids could have held meetings
beneath a canopy of branches, so peaceful and enchanting was the setting. On this Spring day I stopped and watched my
dog snuffle at places in last year’s faded, tall grass – but then he raised his
head and stood motionless.
“What?”
I spoke quietly.
I deleted most of this chapter as I'm editing it - don't want to post something that is no longer in the book!
I deleted most of this chapter as I'm editing it - don't want to post something that is no longer in the book!
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