The novel you are about to read is a work in progress. What I am posting here is the raw, unedited draft – complete with typos and mistakes… The finished project will be vastly different. I started this project in 2011 and I stopped working on it abruptly to let it cook for a while…
While I’m writing a much better version, you can read the old draft while the new one is being completed. Essentially, you get to read a version free, and if you liked what you read, you can purchase the complete polished version from book retailers everywhere.
I began writing this before I wrote and published my first book. The writing is far from my best… but there’s a story here, kids. The title is a working title. And again, I stress this is a very rough draft, cringeworthy (at least to me) to read in some places, but I thought this would be a fun way for you to read a developing work, and then read a finished product.
Enjoy...
Chapter Eight
As Mason was rounding the corner to the boulevard, he saw Chloe leaving the storage facility across the street from the diner and called to her, “Chlo-ball!”
“Mr. Wright!” She trotted across the street clumsily managing a gym bag filled with bottles of blood. It was clear that she was pleased to see him. “What are you doing here, Mr. Right?”
“Thought I’d get some supper. I just finished up with class.”
“Oh, the composition course?”
“Yes.”
“How’d it go?” She was desperately trying to pin back her elation.
“It went well. They’re a good group.”
“I wish I was part of it.”
“Me too, Chlo-ball,” he tagged her shoulder. The conversation that had just begun was dying, and he desperately wanted it to continue. “Had your dinner yet?”
Her smile faded. “Oh, yeah. I did. Nasty prescription stuff.”
“Too bad. This diner makes kick ass burgers and shakes.”
“That’s what everybody tells me.” The momentary suspension of discourse did not make her uncomfortable. She was as eager to nurse it as he was. “Do you eat here a lot?”
“Pretty regularly. Not much sense in my cooking for one person. It’s a drag.”
“Eating alone is a drag too.” Chloe took charge of her destiny. “Would you like me to join you? I mean, for company.”
