Sam has graciously allowed me to include more excerpts from my new ebook, “The Red Jacket,” in today’s blog. We hope you enjoy.
A Christmas present from his grandmother emboldens 16-year old Francis and gives him courage, but will he be strong enough to survive a fight with his stepfather and the floodwaters of Oregon’s raging MacKenzie River?
From Chapter I
A recurring dream I’d been having quite frequently was one where I was desperately trying to swim upstream against a flooding river, but the river kept clutching at me, sucking me down, drowning me in its mucky brown filth.It was a pretty scary dream. Little did I know at the time that I was having a serious attack of clairvoyance.
I felt like I was doomed to die without even having the chance to do what I wanted to as long as I could.
From Chapter 2
Nineteen sixty four was a season of massive flooding in Northern California, Oregon, Washington and Idaho. It had been pouring rain almost non-stop for thirty days and thirty nights.Rampaging rivers and creeks had already killed five people and left several others missing.
From Chapter 3
Candy was so soft though, and she smelled fantastic. Her perfume was Desert Flower, she said. As she floated around the dance floor with me, I kept my right hand rigidly light on the small of her back, like she was precious china, and my sweaty left hand securely inserted into her palm. I felt tingly and electrified by Candy’s smile. Her lithe, responsive, physical presence moved in perfect rhythm and harmony with my own physical presence.I began to imagine what it would be like to attend college with Candace. After graduating maybe we’d get married and start careers. She’d be a famous model for a few years. Then, maybe we’d have a family. One thing for sure, I thought. We wouldn’t have eight kids. No way! Two at the most. Then Candace blew my dream away like she had waved an evil magic wand in front of me.
From Chapter 6
Suddenly, I was jolted by the blast of a trucker’s air horn, the screech of brakes and my mom screaming hysterically.I quickly tried to gather my wits, but all I could see was a silvery screen of raindrops pelting our windshield and the gleaming chrome radiator of a Peterbilt eighteen-wheeler looming directly in front of our station wagon. My mom was frantically cranking the steering wheel of our car to avoid a head-on collision.
I know I will never forget the blood curdling scream that tore from my own throat and the look of guilty terror that I saw on the truck driver’s face as the 18-wheeler jackknifed past us and somehow managed to miss us.
Our station wagon did a complete three hundred and sixty degree turn - several times if I remember correctly - and wound up headed southbound on the other side of the highway before mom could bring it to a stop.
The Red Jacket is available on Kindle devices and Kindle apps for iPad, iPhone, iPod touch, PC, Mac, Blackberry, and Android-based devices.
Hope you read it. It's only $3.99
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