excerpt from Running from Solace ©

COMING SOON!

Running from Solace casts a new glow on an old situation.


Chapter One: Naomi
     Once, she flung a heavy ashtray at my head and blood spewed onto my new pink summer dress like red polka dots because I didn't respond to her calling me, "Naomi! Naomi!" I was trying frantically to reach her special ashtray with the real stinky cigarettes in it from underneath the bed, so I barely