It's been a
while since this blog saw some action, but despite that, I've been majorly
busy. This weekend saw the re-release of an oldie but goodie, Dissolution,
which was previously with a publisher. It's a story that's dear to my heart and
the picture below captures the essence of the major plotline. A sample is also
posted below.
Justin was
the last drop-off, as usual. When he stood outside the van, he slung his
knapsack over one shoulder, slid the door closed and said, "Hold on,
Mommy."
He walked
around the front of the vehicle and stood beside the driver's window.
"I know,"
he said.
She tried
smiling. "What d'you think you know, Justin?"
"That
boy is Daddy's son."
He moved the
knapsack to his other shoulder. "He looks too much like us not to be. Plus,
both of you are acting weird, which tells me something big is up."
Sherryn
gripped the wheel and waited for her throat to open up, but what could she say?
She couldn't deny the truth, and refused to lie to her son. Not that he'd asked
a question. Justin had made a simple statement of fact.
He hugged her
around the neck and kissed her cheek, right there in the driveway with students
passing them both ways. Then, he murmured something in her ear that he hadn't
told her in a long time. "I love you, Mommy."
Tears stung
her eyes and wet her cheeks, but she answered. "I love you too, baby."
She lowered her head, ashamed of breaking down
in front of him.
Smiling
despite the sorrow in his eyes, Justin patted her shoulder. "Things'll
work out. You'll see."
She cupped
the side of his face, blinking to clear her vision. "Thanks for being my
bestest son."
He grinned at their oldest, corniest joke from
when he was her only child. "And you're still the bestest Mommy in the
whole of Jamaica."
He walked
away, reminding her so much of Reece it hurt to look at him. Justin liked to
consider himself a roughneck, which made him cool among his friends, but
Sherryn was acutely aware that the little boy in their home had experienced the
harshness of life firsthand, having lived in the ghetto.
Justin knew
nothing of that life and probably couldn't imagine the hardships that came with
living hand-to-mouth. Still, his attitude told her he had matured and would
someday be a considerate and sensitive man.
She rested
her head on her hands, working out her next move. It didn't take long before
she found a stopgap that would clear her mind for a while.
Dissolution
is available on Amazon and Smashwords, among other
places.
This is great. I wish you all the best on its next release.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Anne.
DeleteBest of luck to you, Joy. That picture is pretty great with its emotions (and so simple too).
ReplyDeleteThanks, Micheal. I wanted it simple and elegant.
DeleteGood luck with this one, Joy!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Bish!
DeleteGlad to see the blog back in action. Good luck with the re-issue.
ReplyDeleteSusan Says
Thank you, Susan!
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