Check Out Tiny Excerpt From New Project:

Here's a brief sliver of an excerpt from a novella I've been working on. Right now it's in very rough draft mode. It's about my father's experiences in a displaced person's camp in Germany following World War II. He was 14 years old.

Here it is:

"I gasped. I looked like a 55-year-old man. Everything about me reeked of lifelessness—from the opaque hazel eyes to the stooped posture resembling a fading, elderly gnome in the final throes of osteoporosis to the branches of bones sticking out through brittle veiny skin. Even my ears protruded with an extraterrestrial freakishness I found alarming. There was nothing youthful about me. My complexion was cadaverously sallow. No, it was worse than that. The flesh was imbued with a color no presumably alive human being could have. All vestiges of innocence were summarily robbed from me and what remained was the hollowed out hulk of a frightened, damaged old man-child."