She’s no saint… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday
Welcome to Snippet Sunday! This is a snippet from End of the Road, a WIP ghost story/rock star/mystery romance.
No matter how the world wanted to immortalize him as a musical genius, he was just a man who didn't give a crap about his family. She marched over to the projector and turned it off, and the room was swept into darkness.
"What the f***?" her mother screeched and ruined any pity she might have felt for her moments before. Her mother wasn't a saint either.
She reached for the lamp next to the couch and turned it on. They weren't in the dark, but the lamp in no way illuminated the room into brilliance.
"Lars?" her mother said as she turned to look at her.
She sighed and moved closer so her mother's bleary vision could focus on reality and said, "It's me, Cecilia...you know, your daughter."
Phoebe turned away in her seat with a huff and it was obviously, she wasn't too drunk to recognize sarcasm. "I know who you are," she grumbled and lifted the bottle to her lips.
About this snippet: Chapter One (Don't Fear) The Reaper Snippet 5. Last week snippet is here.
Cecilia's mother is watching a film of her dead husband's band rehearsal. Cecilia for a moment feels sorry for her mother, knowing the woman never got over losing her husband. (I'm jumping ahead a few sentences. A little creative editing for the sentence limit)
This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.
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No matter how the world wanted to immortalize him as a musical genius, he was just a man who didn't give a crap about his family. She marched over to the projector and turned it off, and the room was swept into darkness."What the f***?" her mother screeched and ruined any pity she might have felt for her moments before. Her mother wasn't a saint either.
She reached for the lamp next to the couch and turned it on. They weren't in the dark, but the lamp in no way illuminated the room into brilliance.
"Lars?" her mother said as she turned to look at her.
She sighed and moved closer so her mother's bleary vision could focus on reality and said, "It's me, Cecilia...you know, your daughter."
Phoebe turned away in her seat with a huff and it was obviously, she wasn't too drunk to recognize sarcasm. "I know who you are," she grumbled and lifted the bottle to her lips.
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