The Pacific Between - An Excerpt A Week

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