The following excerpt is from my novel Each Angel Burns. In this scene, Gabe Hawking is talking to his older brother, Mike, about their mother and about falling in love again at his age:
“Well,”
Gabe opened the door of the truck and Zeke bounded in, “guess we’ll
never know. I’m just trying to figure myself out and I think if I
figure Mom out it’s a start.”
Mike
reached out and grabbed his neck in a one-armed bear hug. “There’s
nothing wrong with you. Other than being too big and thinking too
much.”
Gabe
hugged him back and then stepped up into the truck. “I’m
fifty-three,” he said fitting the key into the ignition. “I just
hope it’s not too late.”
“It’s
never too late, bro. To tell you the truth I think love’s kind of
like skiing or ice skating—you have to stop thinking about all the
reasons you can’t do it and just do it. If you wipe out....” he
shrugged “.....you just get over it and do it again, you know?”
Gabe grinned. “Think
you could needlepoint that on a pillow for me?”
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6 comments:
Love is like skiing or ice-skating...Love that! Only a Boomer lit author could think of that one, takes experience, sensitivity and talent to come up with striking images!
Yes, Boomer lit is a new genre that draws really talented authors...
Gabe, it's never too late ;-)
Nice snippet!
Very nice job Kathleen. I enjoyed seeing genuine affection described so well. Needlepoint on a pillow - ha!
Love the cover and the excerpt. Both nicely done!
I love that this is an emerging genre.
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