An Excerpt A Day - November 28

Fifteen. I was that age when I had my first kiss behind a rock at Stanley Beach. Her name was May. Or was it April? The kiss was urgent and wet -- I had no idea a good Catholic girl could kiss like that, her tongue wrestling mine. It was also the first time I kissed a girl's breasts. Hers were small but soft, fragrant like strawberry ice cream...

(from the novel The Pacific Between)

Category: Ray, Writing, Fiction, Pacific Between