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Signs of Life (Rough Romance #2)
Publisher: Last Syllable Books
Publication: June 21, 2016
The tables are turned with a vengeance in this tour de force love story. Nearly a year has gone by and now it’s Dorothy who is fragmented and lost, while Joey keeps the promise he had made her to better himself —even though she’s gone. Joey talks about what is happening in the present while Dorothy describes what happened before— in the moments and hours after the Glock dropped. This time the stakes are even higher, as Joey forces himself to move forward while Dorothy is frozen in place. But when he learns of a devastating decision, Joey races to find her before it is too late. Truth, consequence, repercussion and modern medicine collide as pieces converge in this psychological, thrilling story which begs the question: Can love really conquer all?
Excerpt from Signs of Life
Joey — Now I get to the church, and low and behold there’s a new message on its sign. The messages outside this church make my soul shudder. I try not to look at it, but then I always do. It’s like an accident on the side of the road. A really bad accident, where there’s nothing you can do to help—and there you are, staring. Helpless. I think of this sign like an especially bad therapy session. Like it’s a shrink bringing up shit—no, topics—you don’t want to think about. But this sign is even worse, because it’s not just about me. It’s about all of us—and there ain’t a thing I can do about it. I don’t know what’s up with this church always making people feel bad before they walk in—or maybe they’re trying to guilt you to come in and pray, to try and do something to ease the pain. Maybe religion’s just another drug. Tonight the sign says, “No good deed goes unpunished.” I said that once myself, to Doll. I didn’t even know where it came from, it just blurted out without my even thinking about it. It was like the words were divinely delivered into my throat for me to say. When it was too late to do anything about them. Typical God. Makes you wonder what's up with him, causing all this grief. Maybe he’s toying with us. But I still go to meetings and I still surrender. What else can I do? And anyway, I don’t have the the strength to fight anymore. Never thought I’d see that day. I salute ol’ Jesus still nailed up on that cross and head inside. Poor Jesus. If he had no chance, what’s gonna happen to the rest of us?
Dorothy – Then The more we kissed the dreamier I felt, like that first time. At the museum, by the Monet paintings. When we floated among the water lilies. We just drifted right in with them. Now we were floating in the water below us, going with the current, carried by the tide. Nature, we could trust. But could we trust human nature? We were still holding hands, he was clutching me, so tight, but then he let go of one hand and touched my hair. It made me feel like when his dad touched me, and my entire body shook. I pushed him off of me and gasped, sucking in huge breaths and yet still unable to breathe. “Doll …” he tried to touch me again and I recoiled. I fell to my knees on the sidewalk, but I felt no physical pain. It occurred to me to pray but the last time I did that I got screwed. “What is it?” he asked. He was bent down beside me, but giving me distance too. I couldn’t answer, but it really didn’t matter because I didn’t know the answer. “Do you need me to get help?” My eyes were closed now as I concentrated on calming myself. Who needed God anyway? Joey had been right about him. Maybe I was my own God, maybe we were each our own gods, and that thought made me laugh. Then I was laughing and breathing, and I was okay. Which proved my thesis, right? I opened my eyes and looked at Joey, who was not getting the joke. “What the hell?” He looked like he was about to fit me for a straight jacket. “I guess … I guess I have a little PTSD. When you touched my hair, I flashed back to your dad touching me …” “I’m sorry. Okay, I’ll keep out of your hair.” He gave me a crooked grin. I smiled back. “For now.” “But … what was so funny?” “I surrendered to a higher power that turned out to be me.” He stared at me for a few beats. Then he said, “Whatever works for you.”
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Selene Castrovilla is the award-winning author of multiple narrative nonfiction picture books and young adult novels. She holds an MFA in Creative Writing from The New School and a BA in English from New York University. She lives on Long Island with her two sons and too many cats. Visit her website: www.SeleneCastrovilla.com.