First paragraphs of an adult novel
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Chapter one (part 1)
Tears of disenchantment stung her eyes, escaping toward her pillow as Alexia lay paralyzed with indecision. Before that August morning in Maine, she had always tried to make things right whenever his temper flared. Her mother had taught her well; but her natural instinct to make peace was a double-edged sword. She felt the angry vibrations of pots and pans hitting counter tops and walls in the kitchen below and heard the nerve-pricking crash of shattering glass. That, was something new - the breaking glass, anyway.
Her stomach wrenched like the hull of a storm-weary ship, about to give up - about to submerge. This drowning feeling was nothing new. It had become an all-too-familiar companion, but this time was different. This time, her companion begged her to get out before it was too late.
Just moments earlier, she had smiled, thinking of him, rubbing the night from her eyes. Highlights of the evening before had flashed through her mind; how their shadows had danced against the wall to a slow jazz tune while mulberry candles burned, flickering against the stained glass window they had designed together... his hand resting gently at her spine, his tender words whispering brandy into her ear, as his soft lips dragged kisses down her neck.
But his lunatic low muttering and shouts of accusations quickly gripped her heart and chased the dreamy thoughts away.
Here, I share, with stark honesty, my life.