I said last week I might throw a sample part of the book I’m writing at you… and I am. It’s to highlight how much my writing has improved (I hope!) over the last 15 years, and I’ve also done it as I need to ‘restart my engines’ again after having become a little slack, so getting all of you to read it and hearing any of the comments/critiques/suggestions you may have should get me going nicely again. (Feel free to comment and/or ‘like’ at the bottom of the page)
Now, I actually had this ready earlier in the week but I needed to ask the opinions of my two sidekicks (Jay Tabrys – comedy sidekick, minus the comedy, and Marni Mann – hot and intelligent sidekick), and their words helped me considerably, as I was really split on whether to go through with this or not. Marni helped me shape the wording and grammar better, while Jay gave me a nice back rub.
Here it is. Rest assured I’ve already got another 13,000 words prepared after this, but that’s for your eyes upon release! So, until then you’ll have to make do with…
Telling twelve year-old Sarah Purton that her father was dead was a shitty part of sheriff Spiller‘s job.
Telling her that he had fired the shots to take down the man who had all but ripped Deputy Chasey’s throat out was something he wanted to omit.
Spiller stood behind his desk, buttoning up a clean navy Hangshaw Police Department shirt over his slowly-growing paunch. The shirt he had been wearing that morning was stained and bloodied and he had thrown it into the trash. It had taken him enough time to clear the blood from his face and hands, and despite his scrubbing he could still see the black-red stains under his nails.
At least it will stop me biting them, he thought, and then shook his head to clear his mind.
Putting his belt back on, he then reloaded his half-empty gun before holstering it. Moving from his desk he stepped towards Charlotte Lewis – his much-younger-than-he secretary.
“Do you have to get changed in full view of everyone?” she asked as she gathered several envelopes and stacked them neatly next to her phone. The grisly events of the morning had been broadcast to her live through the station houses’ two-way radio, but her stern demeanour didn’t seem to change at all. She hated this two-bit town and its inhabitants and it would take more than a minor bloodbath to make her feel sorry for it, even if it was one of her colleagues that was involved.
But Spiller knew better. He had been working with her in Texas for three years now, and he knew that she did care. He knew that she had lived here all her life as had her parents but he could see that Hangshaw was beginning to stifle the life out of her. He also knew that her making barbed remarks at him were her own way of dealing with problems and not allowing events to overcome her.
“’In full view of everyone’?” Spiller repeated quizzically as he looked around the empty room of the small police station.
“The sight of you in your vest offends my view.” she said.
“What’s the problem? Not used to seeing a real man’s body?”
“My boyfriend is the star of the Hangshaw football team,” she said with a raised eyebrow. “I know what a real man’s body looks like.”
Spiller smiled at the comment.
“How is ‘town superstar’, Aaron Drury, these days?” he asked, but Charlotte didn’t seem to hear him.
Instead she sighed as she took off her glasses before tearing off a sheet of fax paper.
“Chasey’s bad.” she reported of Spiller’s deputy. “Thirty stitches to his face, neck and hands, plus contusions and lacerations, as well as the missing fingers. What the hell did he get hit with?”
Spiller shook his head slowly and looked out of the window, as if the sun pouring through it might cleanse some of the memories.
“Hands and teeth,” he said softly.
Charlotte sat silently still
For her not to react was unusual, but then today was turning out to be an unusual day…