I wake in the night,
Distant screams drown morbid thoughts,
Torment has begun.
I am editing my WIP and thought, hey! It’s Sunday. Why don’t I share with my readers a random, six sentence snippet of what I am currently editing.
So here goes: The scene is when Spitz is going to confront Celeste about the money she owes him. Spitz is on his way down to a motel in Philadelphia.
Spitz could just never figure out what the hell the problem was with everyone. He thought everyone saw in black and white. It was kind of like the kid who thinks all his friends have one parent at home until he goes over his friend’s house and then more friends’ houses and sees that all of their houses have a mom and a dad. His house turns out to be the fucked up one. His house turns out to be the black and white house. His friends’ houses are fine. His friends’ houses are raging in two hundred fifty six color bit schemes while his house is struggling in black and white.
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