Indie Author Excerpts: Fishing for Light by Nathaniel Sewell

Posted on 02/14/2014 in Indie Author Excerpts / 0 Comments

Indie Author Excerpts

Welcome! 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 The Bawdy Book Blog. 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.   [indie-author-excerpt]

On December 22, 1990 inside a university hospital complex, Edward Tiberius Wilcox was born at exactly 3:07 Coordinated Universal Time. After the physician snipped the umbilical cord and untethered Edward from his mother Sophia, the obstetrics nurse inspected him. She did not document any obvious defects. His APGAR score registered as a 9, he had brown hair, blue eyes, and an average Caucasian body shape and size. She wrapped him in a soft baby blanket. Then she kindly grinned as she handed him over to his father, Adam, who immediately began to cry as he held his warm son for the first time. His mother’s brown hair tangled and matted along her sweating forehead, she simply beamed up at her men. For the departing delivery team it was just another day, but it was not just another day for Adam and Sophia. From their combined 46 chromosomes, they had created a unique life. It was as random and common as their first meeting on an early Monday morning at the curved counter within a busy Starry Eyed Coffee Hut. That day the barista had wondered who had ordered the black coffees.

“What’s up with this?” the Barista had asked. “I like it black,” Sophia had said. She shrugged. “Me? Oh it was my father,” Adam had said. He glanced over at Sophia. “Drink it black, so I wouldn’t be disappointed.” “Oh?” Sophia said. She finger twirled with her straight hair. She whispered, “Mine too.” At that moment, Adam and Sophia had an instant lover’s connection. In the blink of Sophia’s hazel colored irises, they were married. As they frolicked during their indoor Caribbean honeymoon, Edward’s conception was not the result of any selective breeding process by powerful families trying to protect vast generational wealth. For they had no kingdom for Edward to inherit, they passed on to him the only widow’s mite they equally possessed; they bathed his DNA with their unconditional love. For the next three months, Adam and Sophia sleeplessly cared for their precious child. During that time, they did the customary things, and they even sent in a birth notice to the Nashville Sun. But not long after, Professor Quan noticed the name in the Lifestyle section on page D6, about mid-way down in tiny black print, Edward Tiberius Wilcox. “Tiberius?” Professor Quan said. He chuckled. “Must be a Star Trek fan?” After he spread the newspaper across a stainless steel laboratory table, he circled the name with a black ink pen. “No, Tiberius was a Roman emperor from the time of Jesus. Edward’s a king’s name.” From a paper cup, he slowly sipped his green tea. “How interesting-” As he glossed his forefinger across the newspaper, the name caused his instincts to nag at him. And he always listened to his instincts because he thought that was how God talked to him. He snapped open his astronomy logbook. From his astronomical calculations, he realized Edward was born at the exact moment of the Winter Solstice. And it had been the clear night he was observing Orion’s Belt when he saw a Kingfisher build its nest as a Delphian shooting star streak across the Appalachian sky. He knew that happened as rare as a cosmic super bubble. Professor Quan fidgeted with his kaleidoscope; he gazed through the eyehole at the colourful reflected symmetry, aware his particles of time would eventually dwindle down his hourglass. And his creation Ms. Prosperina was quietly becoming quite powerful. She would seek him. He knew it. She knew it. She could not hurt him. But what he did fear was the thought she might discover her ancestral organic material, material that he and Captain Lovins hid deep within the earth encased in a lead box. So, Professor Quan asked Captain Lovins to do a background check into Edward’s parents and his whereabouts. He easily located Adam and Sophia’s Nashville address, and early one morning hidden behind a thick, barnacled hundred-year-old live oak, Captain Lovins crouched down near the Wilcox’s backyard. He stared up into the sparkly night sky. “Light from other worlds,” Captain Lovins said. He sipped his black coffee as a wave of grainy steam particles washed across his hardened face. This morning’s home invasion was not like performing a HALO jump off a C-130 flying just below heaven’s gate, but he was happy with his ghostly existence. His cell phone vibrated. “My genetic powder?” Professor Quan asked. “Zip tight,” Captain Lovins said. He glanced up and down the quiet residential street. “I’ll make this happen.” “I’ve no doubt, but only that baby’s saliva can come in contact with my powder.” “Have I ever failed?” Captain Lovins said as he shook his head monitoring the tick-tocks from his digital wristwatch; aware they had twenty-three seconds before Ms. Proserpina’s nosey satellite constellation orbiting earth would capture their cellular data. “Sorry, I know better,” Professor Quan said. “Any fed eyes?” “None, clean location,” Captain Lovins said. He smirked. “We have thirteen seconds, his parents?” “Sprinkle only the infant, Edward.” “Roger that, I’ll text confirmation.” “Godspeed,” Professor Quan said into static. Captain Lovins snapped on his night-vision goggles. He marched south by southeast along the cracked concrete sidewalk. He leaped over the Wilcox’s three feet high chain link fence topped with Occam’s razor-sharp barbed ends. As he scampered forward, his boots squished into the fertile soil. He studied the foggy backyard, and the next-door neighbor’s modest haunts. Kneeling down on the dense Kentucky bluegrass, the springtime chill caused him goosebumps. He scooted in behind Adam and Sophia’s cinder block rental. He thought Edward likely slept carefree unaware Professor Quan theorized he was a perfect addition to his philanthropic human experiments. Captain Lovins paused. He knew breaking into the three bedroom, two bath ranch would be a straightforward exercise, but carried a cocksure awareness that each chosen baby unpredictable. Nothing from his military training compared to the pressure of influencing an infant to ingest Professor Quan’s epigenetic mutation powder. If Edward woke up in a grumpy mood, his mission might get sphincter tight complicated.

About Nathaniel Sewell

Nathaniel spent much of his professional career in the medical malpractice insurance niche. He has a significant understanding about modern medicine and the potential for human suffering and tragedy. From his work he developed an interest in genetics, and the affect trauma has on the human body. He knows what it feels like to suffer, being a child abuse survivor. He takes great care never to be cruel, and believes in the goodness of man, and nature.

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