The pages turn and time moves on ..my new novel left home today and entered the design and production process. It is out of my hands. Titled ONCE UPON A LIE the book is a tragic love story. The photograph below shows the exact location on the Altea seafront overlooking the Mediterranean where I wrote the opening chapter. Enter the heartbroken heroine...
Pounding waves crashed over white rock, and the surf rushed to the shore. A sparkling aquamarine sea reflected the painted blue sky with wispy clouds drifting in a tranquil landscape.
God was in His heaven and elsewhere, all may have been well with the world. Alone on a jagged outcrop, a forlorn figure Antoinette Anderson fixed her gaze on the dark underbelly of the treacherous sea. She watched angry waves crash on to black carbon rocks that sparkled with silver in the sunlight, and she remained steadfast as the salt spray seasoned her tears.
Reflecting the black hole that poured into her and overpowered her heart, she craved the moment when she would submerge herself in the inky black water as it splurged over the rocks and foamed with rage. She wanted to feel her body crushed by the excesses of the raging sea.
She knew this isolated place as though she owned every rock and boulder but though it stirred deep, painful memories, she refused to stay away. The torment was sweet torture, precious moments when she felt real, engaged, strangely alive.
Amidst the misery, a light-filled memory of laughter, a protective hand caressing hers and an all-encompassing feeling of being loved that fought to be acknowledged. She denied its existence.
“Love is for the living,” she consoled herself. “I no longer have to believe the lie. I have lost the will to live. I am dead.”