The fictional lakeside town of Lake City could be any place USA. The characters could be anyone we know, or even us. Chapter 1, and part of chapter two is here for your viewing.
Locked away like a prisoner in a far away land, he was alone, scared, and hungry. Isolated from the outside world, Timmy made his apology.
“Mom, I didn’t mean to break the corn. Mom, I didn’t mean to break the corn.”
Getting to his feet, he walked the few feet across the dirt floor and stood on the bottom step to the exit. With his head nearly touching the doors, he took his small hands and gripped the two inside handles of the doors. He wanted to push the doors open, but he knew if they opened and his mother was waiting, she would beat him again and throw him back in. With tears running down his dirty face, leaving clean trails, he repeated his apology.
“Mom, I didn’t mean to break the corn. Mom, I didn’t mean to break the corn.” Then finally, he spoke in a whisper. “Mommy, I didn’t mean to break the corn.”
Holding the door handles, looking out through the crack at a sliver of freedom, his apology and weeping went unheard. He wanted to get out of his prison, but he was too afraid to push the door. Fear of another beating stopped him. He was tired, hurting, and felt the welts start to rise on his skin, caused by the wire hoop. The pain of the welts slowly gave way to soreness. Timmy was only ten years old, just a little boy.
Looking through the crack, as he had done many times before, he heard a whispering, raspy voice say his name.
“Timmy.” …
NOVEL RELEASED JUNE 30, 2009
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