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I wrote this as the first chapter to a book I'm working on but it doesn't fit with my concise style. Now it's a poem.
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A Chapter by JenJen
Chad walked into the museum at exactly 4:30�"15 minutes
late. “She should be waiting,” he
thought in slight panic. He te..
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A Chapter by JenJen
He didn’t recognize the number, but it was Mariah’s area
code. “Hello?”
“Hi, um, is this Chad?”
Chad ..
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A Chapter by JenJen
It felt like such a long drive. Was the drive to the
restaurant this long? Or was the date really that bad? He didn't remember. [He
also didn't ..
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A Chapter by JenJen
Purple sacs of skin hung beneath his eyes like velvety,
layered valences. Looking at himself
made his strained eyes tired, and the collecting te..
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A Chapter by JenJen
Mariah stood at the front desk. She was happy to relieve their receptionist,
Dolores, and have a moment to enjoy the beautiful day, even if she w..
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A Chapter by JenJen
Chad
woke up with puffy eyes and a terrible headache. Bentley, still curled beside him, looked more
peaceful than Chad thought he had ever seen ..
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A Chapter by JenJen
Chad loved going to his school’s football games. He got to
see his students in an even less natural setting than the classroom.
"Hey..
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A Chapter by JenJen
The dog seemed fine. He followed Chad to the car and got in
by himself. Before they left the parking garage Chad readjusted his mirror to
keep a..
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A Chapter by JenJen
Chad stood in the foyer staring at the two doors of the funeral
parlor. Both led to a seemingly long
hallway and Chad only knew the name of the ..
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