The excerpt below is from A CONTRITE SPIRIT, an epic novel I have been working on for four plus years. Please give me any feedback you like. Thank you! “The Ghost of Provo Canyon” Hyrum hated days like today. They reminded him too much of those October days in the forest in France. The chill, so frosty to the marrow. Each flash of lightening he saw gun shots aimed at him. When the thunder boomed, he jumped. Water dripped off of his porch roof and it was slow spinning and maddening. He could not imagine ever feeling whole again. “Captain!” He called out. “Rainsford!” He looked into the murk across the street. “Sergeant Horne, take that damn trench!” His voice was hoarse and squeaky from shouting. “Silence those Hun guns.” An older man holding an umbrella and walking a Great Dane stopped on the sidewalk in front of Hyrum. Looked at him quizzically. “Can I help you, son?” “You can reinforce that trench across the way, soldier. More reinforcements should be coming in anytime. Ask Horne
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