Novel Excerpt by Fred Setterberg
Even our patrol leaders snickered like third graders over the evil-genius initiation rites that we would subject the newcomers to on Frog Island.
Even our patrol leaders snickered like third graders over the evil-genius initiation rites that we would subject the newcomers to on Frog Island.
At this point, I can't identify every place where truth ends and invention begins.
Although his eyes are on the road, he's certain that once in awhile, after mouthing some of the words, she glances over at him and smirks.
I even contemplated leaving a note, something short and sweet like, Seasons change. People don’t. No hard feelings?
The gamble was whether this…combustion would happen, of all the chapters together.