As I continue to readjust back to what passes for normal in my life–I still feel disoriented, not knowing what day it is–but I am pleased to announce that my short story, “Quiet Desperation”, is up on Amazon and for a limited period of time, you can get it for a mere ninety-nine cents. You can’t get anything at Starbucks for that amount of money, and just to get you a little bit more excited, here’s a bit of a glimpse at the story:
The fishing camps on Lake Catherine were deserted. I’d hoped they would be. That was why I was driving my three-year-old Honda C-RV east along Chef Menteur Highway at almost three o’clock in the morning. This old highway wasn’t used much since I-10 was built less than a mile to the west. I could see the twin spins out the driver’s window, the lights of cars and trucks heading to the north shore glowing light lightning bugs in the darkness. When I was finished, I’d head north across the Rigolets bridge and catch I-10 west back into New Orleans without being seen out here.
That was the plan, at any rate.
I pulled over onto the shoulder opposite Lake Catherine just before the road curved slightly to the left. Two fishing camps about two hundred yards ahead of me sat dark and silent on their stilts on the lake. I turned off the headlights and killed the engine. Bayou de Lesaire was just on the other side of the underbrush. I didn’t know if there were alligators in Bayou de Lesaire. It would be great if there were, but it wasn’t important. It wouldn’t be optimal if someone found the body in a few hours, but even so, I figured I’d still have a day or two.
And then I would be home free.
I clicked the key fob to unlock the hatch.
“You just couldn’t leave it alone, could you?” I said to the rolled-up rug as I started pulling it out. “You couldn’t just take no for an answer.”
Don’t you want to know what happens next?
Of course you do!