An excerpt from my novel, Shoal Hope:
Albert slaps a quarter down on the counter. Swivels on his stool. A half-chewed toothpick in his mouth. “Thanks!” The soda-man replies, “Thank you!”
Crossing a dozen steps to the door and onto the street, “Gotta get Peter to agree.”
Still early. The low sun hits him squarely in the eyes. He squints, passing in and out of shade and back again. Sunlight shimmers through a filigree of branches, Leaves at peak color. Maples, bright red and brilliant yellow. Oaks glow a deep ruddy bronze. Tiny blue asters poke out from under the boardwalk.