FRIDAY FIRST’S: First Paragraph of Chapter 8 (where you meet Eliza)

Eliza Jaynes stood on the front steps of what was once their dream home – a four bedroom, Cape Cod in an upper class neighborhood. With her arms folded tightly across her chest, she stared blankly at her husband. She watched as Jack put the last piece of his furniture into the back of  theContinue reading “FRIDAY FIRST’S: First Paragraph of Chapter 8 (where you meet Eliza)”

Friday’s First: First Paragraph, Fourth Chapter

Vivian Richards held her favorite coffee mug between her palms embracing its warmth.  The mug, handmade and painted with what she called a mix of goldenrod and mustard, was her favorite possession. She had found the mug sitting unloved, alone and unpopular on the shelf behind the barista taking her order at her favorite localContinue reading “Friday’s First: First Paragraph, Fourth Chapter”

FRIDAY FIRSTS: First Paragraph of the First Chapter

Charlotte Embers placed her right ear down on the cold edge of the railroad tracks. She heard nothing. She looked both ways then quickly crossed over the quiet wooden tracks. As a kid, she would only have stopped to listen. She never thought to actually look both ways. If she heard nothing, she would happilyContinue reading “FRIDAY FIRSTS: First Paragraph of the First Chapter”