She was sixteen, a fine blossom with short black hair and glasses, smitten with a fourteen-year-old Eurasian boy who spoke little Chinese but knew a thing or two about slow dancing. There were chocolate ice cream and lemon cakes. Paper stars and moons on the ceiling. Elvis Presley.
I don't remember her name.
(from the novel The Pacific Between)
Category: Ray, Writing, Fiction, Pacific Between
4 comments:
Excerpt a week, huh. Gonna make me wait for my fix now. *sigh* There better be a bunny or two left then...
Oh I can't keep up with the once-a-day thing. Besides, now you will be dying for a fix... hahaha!
All of these little excerpts are making me want the book (now) to fill in all the blanks in the middle.
in less than 2 months!
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