Below you will find excerpts from my unpublished novel, We are an Old Town.

  • It was like his hometown. Just a little bit of traffic. Mostly at main intersections and a couple pedestrians. There’s chain gas stations at opposite ends and in between a handful of empty storefronts, dark inside with dusty windows, alternating with ones full and painted bright to make up for the others. And if you look around and between them you can see the gaping abscesses where the steel plants and tube plants and other mills were, from where they were pulled.
  • It was like love was a balloon and she blew his up until it was stretched and ready to pop. And she held the end and showed him. Like she said, this is how much love you can have.
  • You’re gonna wanna get even after this, but this is even. You wronged us, now we’ve wronged you and we’re gonna call it even. Cause if you don’t, you already pushed me too far. You already pushed me to killin. And once you push a man to killin, that’s a dam you can’t unbreak. You understand?
  • No, I know what it is. This is your assessment. Your written report. I guess you used your two years of college to get ordained as a town auditor. And this, this is your yellow notice that you’re nailing to our door. Not fit for human habitation. Real people shouldn’t live here.
  • But instead he thought of his truck. His deer rifle. He always had it behind the seat. He could force them into the truck. He’d drive them out to the township, push them with the barrel out into the woods. He’d make them kneel. He’d make them apologize and weep. And then he’d shoot them.
  • This is failure. This is ultimate failure, he thought. The work of generations had been stacked on the ones before so some Kelley could stand on it and get a good life. Saul imagined standing on a stack of chairs, the stack falling and him falling, him landing with a broken neck and being buried.

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