"Blood red, with two white, rusted, parallel stripes at the pointed tip. Made of cold, solid steel, with a cracked timber handle. On the worn handle were two giant, manly hands, clutching on to it, squeezing out every last little bit of life. The axe, slowly rose above his head. As his tinted brown eyes squinted, several small balls of salty sweat were excreted from his lightly tanned brow, they rolled down the neatly shaven sides of his face, and continued to roll down his neck to the open top of his tieless suit. They appeared to reflect and intensify his anger, so even with the posh Rolex watch on his left wrist, he looked and behaved like a criminal at the peak of his career."
- The Last Tree Hugger
This is an extract from my new book The Last Tree Hugger, Chapter One. If you like it or think it sounds different, good for you! I am sure you will enjoy he rest of the chapter x if not, no biggie thank you for taking the time to read this extract x
Thank you for reading, and please enjoy x
Becky x
