Six Sentence Sunday

“We know you suffered a tragedy. Your handsome friend has gone into the light. He is at peace. I will come back when you have had time to deal with your grief. My name is Katrina May.” The room became so silent it was almost deafening.

The above is from chapter three of my current WIP, Abandoned Souls, due out summer 2014.

Six Sentence Sunday

Randy’s anger grew as he stormed toward his truck. The engine roared to life, and the truck left skid marks on the street as he drove off. His fist pounded the steering wheel. “You’re a fool, a damn fool. Mom was right when she said I’d be sorry if I asked a rich girl to marry me. Now she can have Drew, her ghosts, and whatever else she finds amusing,” he yelled.

The above is from Chapter Two of my current WIP, Abandoned Souls, due out summer 2014.

Six Sentence Sunday

No one knew how long the creek bed had been dry, but several old graves could be found under the bridge. None of them had any markings. Rumors were rampant in the nearby town as to whom or what was buried under those abandoned tombstones. The county scanned the ground. They were convinced that bodies were properly buried under the bridge. Their conclusions didn’t stop the rumors.

The above is from chapter one of my current WIP, Abandoned Souls, due out summer 2014.