Quiet Lost: Chapter 14

Quiet Lost is a story of betrayal, murder, love and lost love.  It will require several chapters to tell Neil’s story.

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Quiet Lost

Chapter 14

Tuesday, September 15


“Hey, Man,” Brad said as he held the door open.

He wouldn’t have recognized his brother on the street.  Neil’s face seemed to have sunk in on itself; his red eyes receding in their orbs.  Continue reading

Quiet Lost: Chapter 13

Quiet Lost is a story of betrayal, murder, love and lost love.  It will require several chapters to tell Neil’s story.

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Quiet Lost

Chapter 13

Tuesday morning, September 15

Brad set a tray loaded with hotel-style breakfast food on the bedside table and felt around for the remote amongst the tangled bed clothes.  Hunger assured the semi-warm congealed scrambled eggs would go down with no protest.  Continue reading

Quiet Lost: Chapter 10

Quiet Lost is a story of betrayal, murder, love and lost love.  It will require several chapters to tell Neil’s story.

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Quiet Lost

Chapter 10

Monday 6:30pm, September 14

Neil hung Brad’s keys on the key rack. When I wake in the morning, maybe MY keys will be here. He cut short a laugh, closed his eyes and shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. Continue reading

Quiet Lost: Chapter 7

Quiet Lost is a story of betrayal, murder, love and lost love.  It will require several chapters to tell Neil’s story.


Quiet Lost

Chapter 7

Saturday night, September 12

Neil slid under the covers trying to not wake Samantha.  She snuggled close to him, breath quiet and steady.

Sleep would be elusive.  He concentrated on slow breathing, hoping to bring his pulse down to a normal range.  He was furious with Brad and furious with himself that he allowed Brad to disrupt his family’s life with his sordid habits.

But which was stronger: his anger or exhilaration?  Continue reading

Quiet Lost: Chapter 4

Quiet Lost is a story of betrayal, murder, love and lost love.  It will require several chapters to tell Neil’s story.


Quiet Lost

Chapter 4

Tuesday noon, September 15

Neil headed further southeast, paralleling the turnpike until he was just out of town. Several minutes before noon, he pulled into a parking lot riddled with pot holes.  Brad’s pickup looked at-home with the other vehicles parked at odd angles in front of an old pub.

The dim interior reeked of years of cigarette smoke. Wallpaper was yellowed and peeling from corners.  As the front door closed behind him, all natural light disappeared – the two existing windows were painted black. Continue reading