I Thought I’d Share The Prologue Of My New Novella, “Mady’s Storm”
“Mady’s Storm” Is The Follow Up Novella To “I Died Once”, My First Novella, Which I Self Published In September 2012
Both Novellas Are Available @Amazon.Com
“I Died Once”
I Hope You Enjoy This
by James Mahoney
Outside her father’s plantation, the African sky was raining relentlessly.
The lightning cracked loudly, whipping Mady awake, her sweat cold from the chill of the storm.
Her pure, black hair fanned as her eyes of deep blue hurriedly locked onto the old, wooden clock heavily sitting on her mantle.
In the strain of the blackness, only relieved by flashes of lightning, she was somehow able to see the late hour.
Breathing deeply, Mady fluidly moved off the bed, her slim, 23 year old body fit loosely in her white nightgown went all the way down to her ankles.
Walking toward the living room her mind wandered to thoughts of her father.
“He just hasn’t been himself lately, no, he seems tired, and… weak.”
Mady did her best to not think of it.
She and her father had spent the last eight years together, and became quite close, remarkably close, surprisingly.
She was able to light an oil lamp, as she made her way to the living room.
Her father sat in his chair before a great fire, as he often did at night.
“She’s a beaut,” spoke her father sensing Mady’s approach from behind.
“The storm? She sure is,” Mady replied, as she grabbed the homemade, red and blue checkered blanket from a chair next to his.
She sat and threw it over her legs.
Sam’s face turned toward her, his tired eyes slowly meeting her deep blue ones which were welled up with tears.
“There’s something I need to tell you Mady…” he spoke. “I’ve been putting it off… But I can’t put it off any longer,” he continued as he reached over and took one of her hands into his own.
“Don’t.” She pulled her hand away.
“Don’t tell me.” She said firmly
He stared at his daughter, at what a strong woman she had become. How the years seemed to pass so quickly…
He then looked at the fire once more.
“Alright…” he spoke softly.
But before he knew it, she had tossed the blanket on the floor, and kneeling before him, rested her head heavily on his lap as she cried.
Sam could do nothing but stroke her thick dark hair, reliving the memories of the previous eight years in his mind.
“There’s never enough time Mady… Never.”