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395 pages, Paperback
Published January 1, 2018
Mother always maintained that my "gray matter" as she called it would compensate for my physical shortcomings, my peculiar eyes ... I am sure she had never meant to hurt my feelings and instead had given me a kind of confidence; no a resilience. That is what I had in abundance, , resilience, very useful when balancing my standard issue face and ill matched eyes, and, hoepfully the dreams Father had belittled but which I would salvage.
Delightful as it all was, a part of me still felt wary. It's in my nature, always was; the doubts along with my stupid habit of putting everything said or done of any significance under the imaginary microscope in my mind.
"Had I missed out on seeing the picture I would have sobbed, bitten down hard, teethmarks on my tongue, and then would have devised an alternative plan"
What was going through the mind of the wanderer as he gazed out over the abyss? His life, his future … eternity, or was he just realizing how far he had climbed?