Playing with the novel on a Sunday morning: excerpt

The cool blue 225's V8rumbled comfortably down the highway, rocking gently over every dip like old bedsprings on wheels. Reverend What's feet dangled above the rear floorboard, the toes of his Italian wing-tips brushing against the vinyl cover of the front bench seat. He wore a bone-colored linen suit and held the hat in his... Continue Reading →

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