Some of you may not know that I’m in the process of working with an old friend and co-authoring. Here’s a sneak peice of the first chapter. Any feedback is welcomed!
I drove to the convenience store down the street, just south of my white picket fence neighborhood. Steering my way seemed as if time stood in slow motion. The night was late; the lights of the storehouse lit up as if a strip joint took over the timeworn building. Flashing tacky, and ungodly beams screamed for me to turn around and drive home, but I endured my mission — I rushed into the shop, the sound of my boots clapping speedily on the white tile that had scuff marks all over from people like myself. A music system faded in and out over the speakers. Don Henley, circa 1984 began to play. I can picture it now, walking up and down the aisles to Shangri-La, which seemed to be ironic, all things considered. My heart was pounding out of my chest, this was my first night without him and nothing had set in yet.
“Just breathe”, I chanted to myself as I continued onward for what I was so desperate for in that moment.
All I could seem to find was a travel size bottle, but it felt like I was holding pure gold in my well-manicured hands. I found the needle in the haystack — something that would make me feel like he was still with me. The only way I would be able to sleep is if I smelled the aroma of his body wash. Classic Old Spice, my saving grace for that night.
It was my own psychological attachment to feeling his presence. I had always believed that together, we are not just humans to one another, not drawn to the superficial, but rather souls that have been bound together for lifetimes.
…..more sneak peaks to come