\r\n\r\nWelcome! Indie Author Excerpts is a feature allowing indie authors the chance to showcase one of their books and allows readers to find their next favorite story. Each week, an indie author gets to promote a 1-2 page excerpt of their book here at BookShelfery. This is a win-win for everyone! This feature was inspired in part by Indie Author Spotlight, a meme hosted by Beckie @ Bittersweet Enchantment and CYP @ A Bookalicious Story. Are you an author that would like to be featured in Indie Author Excerpts? If so, check out this page and fill out the form.\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\n[indie-author-excerpt]\r\n\r\nJames lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. He wanted to feel the burn in his throat and the tightness in his chest. There was nothing. He suddenly wanted to feel something, anything, to connect, to open his eyes and not be drowning in the dark, frozen sea of his own inception. The alcohol running through his blood buoyed him and gave him a rush of invincibility. He let out his breath and took a chance.\r\n\r\n“I had this dream, back when I was a kid. Over and over. I still have it sometimes.”\r\n\r\nJames paused to see if Marlena was really listening to him. Her eyes were on the wet maple leaf she was twirling between her fingers, but the tilt of her head told him that she was with him and she was waiting. He threw his plastic cup into the pool. It bobbed and then slowly filled with water.\r\n\r\n“In this dream, well, it’s strange. I’m not me. I mean, I am, but I’m not a person. I’m a tree.”\r\n\r\nHe waited for her to smile, but she didn’t. Her face didn’t change.\r\n\r\n“I’m this tree out alone in a field. I’m always the same tree. I think maybe some type of oak tree. It must be winter, ‘cause I don’t have any leaves, just branches, kinda spindly like. But I’m not dead or anything.”\r\n\r\nJames paused, faltering, but knowing he would burst inside if he didn’t finish.\r\n\r\n“And this storm comes. A thunderstorm, with lightning everywhere. I can see it all around me in the sky, even though I’m the tree. And then there’s a flash, like everything goes all white, and then this sound. It sounds like the earth opening up or something. But it’s not that, it’s me. I mean, the tree. I can hear it, but I can’t feel it. I’ve been struck by the lightning and I’m splitting right down the middle. I know you seen trees been hit like that. But I don’t catch on fire, and I don’t die. I’m just broken. And I know that I’m gonna keep on growing, but only crooked. And then I guess I wake up.”\r\n\r\nJames looked down at his callused hands. He had never told anyone about this dream, even though he had woken up from it next to other women who might have listened or guys sharing a road trip van who could have helped him to laugh it off. It had always been a secret part of him, shrapnel that no one could see and mostly he didn’t feel, but if he thought about it, he knew it was there, needling deep inside of him.\r\n\r\nMarlena dropped the leaf into the water and turned toward him. He raised his head and let himself be swallowed up in her eyes.\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\n\r\n
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