One Last Wish

In celebration of the holidays – and a way for me to put off studying for finals for just a little while longer – I’ve decided to give you all a sneak peak at my manuscript for One Last Wish.

I have a lot of plans for this book, one of which is for it to be a full length novel. This means, it’ll be at least twice as long as Shadows and Lost Voice were.

This sneak peak is unedited. Raw. Written and given to you like ripping a piece of my mind out and splattering it on a sheet of paper without cleaning it up. Risky, but thrilling. This is the very opening to the book. Be honest, tear it apart, force me to make it better. But over all of it, enjoy.

I feel the plate slip from my hand but when it falls to the floor, scattering shattered glass across the linoleum, no sound emerges. There is only the sound, rather primitive, that rumbles at the back of my throat. My vision clouds, distorting the images before me and I clasp my trembling hands together in a hopeless effort to steady them. All eyes are on me, watching for when I finally crumble like the wilted flower I am; fragile and prepared to break at the slightest touch. The room freezes around me and I almost think time has stopped. But time is infinite. It can neither end nor begin. It keeps ticking, each second bringing you closer to a minute. But this minute seemed to never end. Tick tock. Tick tock. Sixty seconds in a minute, but this minute dragged on, an infinite number of seconds accompanying it.

“What did you say?” I ask, bending to pick up the shattered glass. An added distraction to help avoid the repeated sentence. Nana catches my arm with a hand and I stiffen. My back straight and my eyes ahead, I try to hear Officer Reed Parker’s scripted apology once more, but his voice is muffled. Have I suddenly gone deaf? I look to Nana, then once more at Reed. I focus on his lips and try to read them. I’ve always been good at that.

“I’m so sorry for your loss.” He sighs, his hands grip his hat tightly at his waist. What loss? I look to Nana again and see the tears slip over the wrinkles lining her eyes. Should I be crying? What did I lose?

And then it hits me. My heart stops. My breath catches. I can’t breath. I can’t move. I panic. Look to Nana who’s trying to calm herself to help me. I look to Reed. He stands before me, eyes drifting towards the floor. Unmoving. I clasp a hand to my throat, fighting to get the air into my lungs. But I can’t. I feel faint. I’m going to pass out. I hear the blood rushing to my head. I feel my heartbeat in my chest once more. Fast. Hard. Loud.

I think of her. Six years old. Lost. Murdered. And for what? What purpose did killing a child have in this world? Why would someone do this to my little girl? I need to know why. I need to know who. I need to calm down so I can ask Reed the questions that are burning at the back of my mind. Time is infinite. But time has stopped.

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