The Studio Visit, Shoal Hope

An excerpt from my novel, Shoal Hope:

Albert slapped down a quarter on the counter, swiveling away on his stool. A half-chewed toothpick clenched in his jaw, “Thanks!”

The counter-man replied with clipped, professional courtesy, “Thank you.”

Albert stepped onto the street. A low sun shimmered between a filigree of branches. Leaves at their peak of color. Maples shining bright red or brilliant yellow.

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