This is the first entry of my future novel. I plan to use my blog as an accountability tool by writing snippets of my novel and posting them here:
Emerly returned to the place where he died, but nothing looked the same. It was unrecognizable. The line of trees had been cut down and the road widened to two lanes in both directions. She tried to get her bearings and remember the exact spot where his car veered off the road. This stretch of the One was as familiar as Emerly’s backyard, but without the trees, there was no way of knowing where his car collided and he was ejected!
She didn’t expect to mourn the loss of the tree that had taken his life, but here she was. How had 30 years not dulled the pain of losing him? Perhaps, she had buried the pain so deep and never truly felt it, especially after the night she spent with his best friend. Now, the years of wear and erosion on Emerly have exposed his bones so she can no longer pretend.