Authors: Susan Griscom
Brief Interludes
| Brief Interludes |
| Susan Griscom |
| Amber Glow Books (2012) |
A collection of six short-shorts—perfect for those quick-read moments. Most with twist endings that are sure to surprise you.
Young love and a life ended too soon. It’s always the ones left behind who suffer.
Everlasting Love
Unloved, undesired, brokenhearted ... Cole Murphy is about to end it all until the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen walks into his life. Cole’s dreams and hopes of love are renewed—but not quite the way he’s imagined.
The Water of Leith
Held captive for years, Naomi is given a promise of release if she can only turn an old brown rag into a beautiful white cloth. Can she do? Does she really believe?
Unbridled Love
Two hundred years ago, monstrous storms pummeled the earth destroying almost everything. Some humans survived, stronger, different, changed by the storms. A genetic disorder passed down from generation to generation, creating a new race. A race with … special gifts. Feared and forced into hiding, Solange and Roland must fight to survive when their talents are discovered.
Stuck
Angela returns home from an exhausting business trip and wants nothing more than to relax. Her thoughts of relaxing turn to sheer panic as she walks in to find her entire house redecorated and she’d only been gone a week. Her husband Jack confesses how it all happened, but she has a difficult time believing it’s not all a joke when he tells her he didn’t win the lottery or inherit a huge amount of money from long lost relative. Jack manages to reassure her everything is okay. But is it?
Sweet Innocence
The headline plastered across the newspaper claimed they identified the body of a young woman. Jenna recognized the name instantly. Her friend Beth’s body had gone unidentified ever since its discovery in an alley near a 24-hour diner on a Saturday night in January of 1955. Today’s date was August 7, 2012.
A collection of short
stories
with a twist
b
y
Susan Griscom
Amber Glow Books
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Whisper Cape
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Reflections
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2012 by Susan Griscom
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of American
by Amber Glow Books
Edited by
Michelle T. Green
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esign
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Susan Griscom
~~ D
edication
~~
T
o all those who have ever
been loved, ha
ve
loved, lost love, and
are
currently in love.
~~ A
cknowledgement
~~
A special thank you to my husband
;
without you, I would never write anything. You are my rock, my lover, my best friend, and my lifeline.
I am only half a person without you.
Thank you, Pam Ripling
and
Michelle Green
for your helpful suggestions and edits.
You’ve both done an outstanding job of boosting me up whenever I needed it.
The sweet scent of spice and the melody of our song playing caught my attention. Maybe it was the power of his soul.
Maybe.
Now that I look back, I realize it was all three.
G
o to our spot
,
Sweetness.
“
What?
”
Startled out of my skin, I turned toward the familiar voice, dropping the cigarette on the flawless turquoise leather seat next to me.
“
Damn.
”
With a shaky hand, I reached for the brown
-
filtered tip, but missed and brushed the smoldering thing onto the floor. A brief glance in the rearview mirror and I eased onto the soft dirt shoulder and stopped. I threw the gearshift into neutral and frantically reached down to grab my
ciggy
before it burned a hole in the matching plush carpet.
Gran
dad
had kept this car immaculate and would have a coronary if he ever spotted a burn anywhere in the car. Cigarette retrieved, leaving only a small hint of a light brown blemish on the carpet, I turned to examine the backseat.
Too spooked to say anything above a whisper
,
my lips formed his name.
“
Patrick?
”
Of course, no one answered.
Patrick, the love of my life, was dead.
Facing forward, I stubbed the cig
arette
out in the ashtray, placed both hands on the steering
wheel
and studied the empty backseat through the rearview mirror.
I clutched the gold heart pendant hanging from the chain around my neck, a gift from
Patrick last Valentine's Day. I sighed, remembering his presentation. He had wrapped it in a
hastily
written note, promising t
o have the heart engraved soon.
He never got the chance.
“
Patrick, why did you leave me? I begged you not to go, but no, you had to
“
prove yourself
.
”
The guys said you only missed Devil's C
urve by a fraction of an inch.
”
With a strong urge to hold back the tears threatening to spill over my cheeks, I sucked
b
ack a sob. Our lives destroyed by a fraction of an inch.
“
God, Patrick, I hate you for leaving me.
”
The old familiar Chicago tune
,
“
If You Leave Me Now
”
ended. The devastating words
no longer suffused through the car speakers and
the radio fell silent for a few beats.
Don't hate me, Katie. I didn't want to leave you
.
Go to our spot. I'll be waiting for you.
It was official. I was losing my mind.
This can't be real.
“
You're only in my head.
”
With my fingertip, I swiped at the one
escaping tear settling on my cheek.
“
This is crazy.
”
It's okay. I promise.
I put the car into first and eased my way back onto Ventura Boulevard, turning right on Coy Drive
.
I headed south toward Mulholland
;
my
friends at
the
beach
would have to wait.
A few minutes later, I pulled into the turnout and shut off the engine. This was our spot, Lover's Peak, along the h
igh cliffs of Mulholland Drive. Of course, it
was
also known
as Lover's Leap because of
rumors of scorned lovers jumping to their deaths.
