A family loses their eldest child to an unjustified murder and the father refuses to abandon his dead son's graveside. While the man's wife and son struggle through his absence at home, the passersby, along the route of Fulton Industrial Boulevard, grow rather fond of the man. When the owners of the cemetery catch wind of the estranged man's dedication to the dead, things take a surprising turn for everyone involved. Beds and graves; you go to them, or they come to you.
"What qualifies me to write great fiction? Well, I've been doing a little of everything besides writing for a very long time. Writing, I've been doing a lot of."
In an age where authors are computers, I still find joy in every sentence I write. In fact, I may enjoy writing even more than I do reading! And reading, I do a lot of.
The only thing that holds a torch to the entertainment of my imagination is playing with my kids. And also, playing with the adults when I attend Ninja Taikais (If you know what those are), or go venturing into caves or onto mountaintops in my druidic robes to cast a few spells. Don't believe me? Check out my Substack at Bookflurry and look for 'The Stones Speak'. I keep the Substack so that people know I'm real. It is kind of this old druid's blue book of sorts.
Not to mention, I've played with the Navy Seals and been a decorated EMT. Furthermore, I have survived the throes of marriage and divorce. But the most astounding thing to date, is that I still hold down a day job!
I exist on social media everywhere, mostly under Ninjajaywrites, or Jaymhorne. Find me and we'll chat. I am far from shy and love to share my creations with the world.